Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucianโs mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.
Melina MarchettaUnexpectedly, a fierce sense of protectiveness comes over me. Except I fight it back because I can hardly look after myself these days.
Melina Marchetta