Yes,” I say. “Three of these flying birds.” I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight – toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.
Yes,” I say. “Three of these flying birds.” I touch my collarbone,
Yes,” I say. “Three of these flying birds.” I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight – toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.
