Agustina

“The wind knows everything,”
― Amy Harmon, What the Wind Knows

“I pulled you from the water
And kept you in my bed.
A lost, forsaken daughter
Of a past that isn’t dead.

Somehow love from sweet obsession
Branched and broke a heart of stone.
Distrust became confession,
Solemn vows of blood and bone.

But in the wind, I hear the strain,
Pilgrim soul that time has found.
It moans to whisk you back again.
Bid me follow, sweetly drown.

Don’t go near the water, love.
Stay away from strand or sea.
You cannot walk on water, love.
The lough will take you far from me.”
― Amy Harmon, What the Wind Knows

“To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth—deep down, I always did.
I was just a girl.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing