Gwen and Josephine laying in a patch of grass. This isn’t from a particular scene in the book, I just loved the imagery of two sisters laughing together. This is how I imagine them spending time together when life is a little less exciting.
Cael stood near the front door, his hat in his hands. Our farm hand, the one we’d taken on when we’d expanded into two new fields a few years before. He’d always been this distant, beautiful thing on the far side of the yard, a private daydream just for me. I used to watch him from this very window bundling up the flax to dry in tidy little towers, or standing and staring at the sunset.
The Bean Field
“And you are my friend,” I pressed, squeezing his hand. “My first friend, I think, and the only one who was never afraid of me.”
“What’s there to be afraid of?”
I laughed once without humor. “Plenty, as you well know.”
Marsh Road 12:21 short
“I am not alone,” I said without moving from my spot, and a conveniently timed gust of wind roared through the trees. Branches heaved their loads of foliage and hanging moss as if to shoo the trappers away.
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