She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
Ann BrasharesShe perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldnโt have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?
Ann BrasharesA tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.
Ann BrasharesPeople left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sightโat least as the normally experienced them.
Ann Brashares