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He kept seeing those poor little fingers wiggling at him and dreamed that they belonged to a child of a thousand faces, a child who could not be saved.
“Everything ceased. She listened hard. Nothing, nothing, nothing. But she could feel the calm breathing of the night. She put on her mother’s mitts, took the ax, stepped out the door. Outside, there was resounding silence. The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.”
― The Night Watchman
― The Night Watchman
“she wanted to sit in the dark and whisper all of her fears into an ear which would hold every word like a silver shell.”
― The Drowning Season
― The Drowning Season
“She turned to the window although it was dark now and the glass held only a tired ghost.”
― The Night Watchman
― The Night Watchman
“Sometimes she heard night-sounds she didn’t know or jumped from lightning too close, but whenever she stumbled, it was the land that caught her. Until at last, at some unclaimed moment, the heart-pain seeped away like water into sand. Still there, but deep. Kya laid her hand upon the breathing, wet earth, and the marsh became her mother. 5.”
― Where the Crawdads Sing
― Where the Crawdads Sing
“A poem by Amanda Hamilton said it clearly. Child to child Eye to eye We grew as one, Sharing souls. Wing by wing, Leaf by leaf You left this world, You died before the child. My friend, the Wild.”
― Where the Crawdads Sing
― Where the Crawdads Sing
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