"The world felt less real the more Natalie thought about it. She lay as she mostly did on afternoons, her back on the earth, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she for a few seconds marveled at the sky's beauty..."
"Charlotte had read about trees that whispered words and the wild that lived on the other side of possible. She read nothing about fanciful flowers but perhaps it was ignorance. What she never..."
"An owl wails. The quiet night listens. Ron sits under a still, old pine in the darkness. Another wail tears into the air and Ron droops; a tear drops after another. Angela..."