I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon.
I stared at the amber band of sunlight, smiling.
The sun had returned.
I closed my eyes. I felt Andrius moving close. "I'll see you," he said.
"Yes, I will see you," I whispered "I will."
I reached into my pocket and squeezed the stone.

Autore: Ruta Sepetys

I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon.<br />I stared at the amber band of sunlight, smiling. <br />The sun had returned. <br />I closed my eyes. I felt Andrius moving close. "I'll see you," he said.<br />"Yes, I will see you," I whispered "I will."<br />I reached into my pocket and squeezed the stone. - Ruta Sepetys




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