Leslie

“Life had made her an expert at mashing feelings into a storable size.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“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.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“great blue heron is the color of gray mist reflecting in blue water. And like mist, she can fade into the backdrop, all of her disappearing except the concentric circles of her lock-and-load eyes. She is a patient, solitary hunter, standing alone as long as it takes to snatch her prey. Or, eyeing her catch, she will stride forward one slow step at a time, like a predacious bridesmaid. And yet, on rare occasions she hunts on the wing, darting and diving sharply, swordlike beak in the lead.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“know is she’s skinny as a tick on a flagpole. I ’spect she’ll be there first thing in”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing