“He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
I need to live like that crooked tree--... that knelt down in the hardest winds but could not be blasted away. — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
