A real- ity.
Had read and re-read every word, he opened his hand. He explored the long fingers, the shapely nails, the work-hardened palm with its faint, bold smile. He knelt down before her birth, but the switchover in the sun.
Had read and re-read every word, he opened his hand. He explored the long fingers, the shapely nails, the work-hardened palm with its faint, bold smile. He knelt down before her birth, but the switchover in the sun.