Melanie

“There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.”
― John Knowles, A Separate Peace

“All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.”
― Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales