Anna Carey, Eve Quotes
I loved my mother too, ' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.
I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone.
I wished to no longer hear the grayed bones crunching underneath the brush or feel the now inexorable fear that seemed to work its way inside my rib cage, rocking me at my core.