Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.
Libba BrayAll the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
Libba Bray...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.
Libba Bray