Rotem Sarig shmueli

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”
― John Muir

“I will whisper your name
From the cracks in the canyon rocks

And you will know that this is heaven,
Knowing that someone will always remember

Your irises and where you hid your love
Letters and why you could never speak

In anything but short sentences.”
― Neil Hilborn, Our Numbered Days

“It’s unfortunate that your offspring make people wish for a dystopian future in which euthanasia is a universally beloved form of birth control, but when elderly women literally everywhere are better parents than you, perhaps it’s time to hang up the baby-making spurs.”
― Neil Hilborn, Our Numbered Days

“She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest—and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. she reminds us of what we used to be.

She reminds us of what we could be.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted