She saw him from afar, smiled, and beckoned him to come with one hand as she continued singing. The sound was like the rivers and the winds and the deeps of the sea, and the warmth and light of a fire against a child's fear of the darkness. It held the promise of the morning and the comfort of a mother's heartbeat.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
The Broken Eye - Pg 83
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