From a Low and Quiet Sea
Donal Ryan
"Let me tell you something about trees. They speak to each other. Just think what they must say. What could a tree have to say to a tree?"
"Let me tell you something about trees. They speak to each other. Just think what they must say. What could a tree have to say to a tree?"
"That night, when everyone was asleep, Charlotte could bear it no longer. She slipped from beneath her thin blanket and sat up for a moment to orient herself in the gloom."