My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.
Virginia C. AndrewsWe lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three.
Virginia C. AndrewsPatience. I colored patience gray, hung over with black clouds. I colored hope yellow, just like the sun we could see for a few short morning hours. Too soon the sun rose high in the sky & disappeared from view, leaving us bereft and staring at blue.
Virginia C. Andrews