She spent her day waltzing, with one of the ghosts that are easy to conjure, when one is ill, held lovingly in her arms. And moving in dignity around the room--bestowing now always welcome blessings, turning a prophetic gaze upon the vision of squalor and agitation that surrounded her.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Faces in the Water - Pg 91
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