"She was elusive. She
was today. She was
tomorrow. She was
the faintest scent of
a cactus flower, the
flitting shadow of an
elf owl. We did not
know what to make
of her. In our minds
we tried to pin her
to a corkboard like a
butterfly, but the pin
merely went through
and away she flew."
emilygm* · 1 decade ago
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Oh my gosh this book. asdfghjkl; it's perfect.