Sorrow was like sleeping on stone,he (Brenden)decided. You had to settle all its bumps and sharp edges, come to terms against them,fit them around until they became bearable, and then carry your bed wherever you went.
Patricia A. McKillip
Sorrow was like sleeping on stone,he (Brenden)decided. You had to settle all its bumps and sharp edges, come to terms against them,fit them around until they became bearable, and then carry your bed wherever you went.