“She was born as music–a single, mellow note suspended in the air. Suspended as if strung from nothing, held into possibilities of… — Debi Cimo Birth Copy Share Image
“It was the moths that first revealed the change. Grey-tipped whispers in the moonlit night. Two or three here, a single one… — Debi Cimo Bones Copy Share Image
“Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was… — Debi Cimo Chrysalis Copy Share Image
“His voice a rhythm like rain, words rolling over themselves... “You are distinguished from the leaves by the shape of your eyes.… — Debi Cimo Delicate Copy Share Image
