Amy

“The fountain exhaled a silver mist, like fairy dust, as the first bestowal began. The first of many.”
― Allen Levi, Theo of Golden

“I increasingly moved through my days in accordance with the rhythm that all nature’s creatures obey by instinct and millennia of habit—lives patterned by the rise and fall of the sun, the dictates of coolness and heat, the body’s hunger and need for sleep, the spectacular sweep of storms, and the black or luminous nights, depending on the cycle of the moon.”
― Shelley Read, Go as a River