Dark Quote by Alison Brackenbury
““The robin brushes me at dusk. Our good bones fail. We leave no mark. His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet. I hear him singing in the dark. (“Edward Thomas’ Daughter”)””
““The robin brushes me at dusk. Our good bones fail. We leave no mark. His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet. I hear him singing in the dark. (“Edward Thomas’ Daughter”)””