The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow
But if you want to find peace, you must first be able to hope it is possible.
A hysterical young woman with flowing brown hair is also called from 4, but she's quickly replaced by a volunteer, an eighty-year-old woman who needs a cane to walk to the stage.