The Stone Wall... this small literary piece resonates with me, somehow. Move your mouse over the little arrow and the sentences wash in like waves over the sand.
"And how his eyes always saw strands of his daughter's hair when he glanced at the yellow sun."
These words.... what would my own daughter's hair remind me of?
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