“An eagle swooped low over the field, passing by not far from him, and he wished, with the same terrible, helpless fury with which he had once wished to sleep and wake up as a boy, to shuck his skin… — Gretchen Felker-Martin Copy Share Image
“An eagle swooped low over the field, passing by not far from him, and he wished, with the same terrible, helpless fury with which… — Gretchen Felker-Martin Copy Share Image
