Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
Janet FitchMots clés inspirational white-oleander janet-fitch
What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?
Janet FitchHe reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.
Janet FitchMy loneliness tasted like pennies.
Janet FitchMaybe there was just the Devil, the real God of this lousy world.
Janet FitchThe nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?
Janet FitchAlthough she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....
Janet FitchMots clés sleep lover exhausted giddy refused touhed
If only we could be back there right now, a soft rain falling, in the cabin, the woodstove.
Janet FitchI could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
Janet FitchHis voice was cloves and nightingales.
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