Elaine St-Pierre

“He kissed her and for a while they sat in silence watching the birds and the sway of the tree branches in the slight breeze. Babies in buggies and toddlers on tiny scooters and three wheeled bikes, it all went on around them, normality. In the end though they had to move, nothing had changed with the sharing of knowledge and they still had no plan. “So,”
― Diane M. Dickson, Layers of Lies