I might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky.
Kevin BrockmeierThe living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.
Kevin BrockmeierI might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky.
Kevin BrockmeierThe living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.
Kevin Brockmeier