The Edge of the Water, page 8 of 12
Dawn thought about it the way she thought about weather, slowly and without alarm.
The sea only lends, she said. Even to me.
Pip wrote that down later, on a dry leaf, and got it slightly wrong.
Dawn thought about it the way she thought about weather, slowly and without alarm.
The sea only lends, she said. Even to me.
Pip wrote that down later, on a dry leaf, and got it slightly wrong.