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Evan Maxwell
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“She let the landscape seep through her tightly held emotions.”
― All the Winters That Have Been
― All the Winters That Have Been
“Helen read his expression as she would read the evening sky at weather change. For a terrible instant, she was a girl again, floating in a black pool, watching her future walk toward her with a wolflike grace that made breathing impossible.”
― All the Winters That Have Been
― All the Winters That Have Been
“Slowly, just as the sun appeared behind the craggy black peaks, Dane felt Dewey's hand loosen. The old man began to slide away, his eyes fixed on the clean, yellow light.
Then Dewey seemed to flinch and draw back. His fingers wrapped around Dane's hand, and he held on, struggling to return.
Dane remembered what Helen had said.
"It's okay, Dewey, I'll miss you. But everything is taken care of here."
Dane swallowed hard and drew a deep breath.
"You're free to go," Dane said in a clear, gentle voice. "I love you."
Slowly, gently, the fingers that had built a house and written biology lessons on a blackboard and fished and loved and wiped away Dane's tears… slowly the gnarled old fingers went slack.”
― All the Winters That Have Been
Then Dewey seemed to flinch and draw back. His fingers wrapped around Dane's hand, and he held on, struggling to return.
Dane remembered what Helen had said.
"It's okay, Dewey, I'll miss you. But everything is taken care of here."
Dane swallowed hard and drew a deep breath.
"You're free to go," Dane said in a clear, gentle voice. "I love you."
Slowly, gently, the fingers that had built a house and written biology lessons on a blackboard and fished and loved and wiped away Dane's tears… slowly the gnarled old fingers went slack.”
― All the Winters That Have Been
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