Sam nodded that yes, he had heard the saying. He'd often thought it when he picked up a flower that had gone otherwise ignored, or touched the cracked leather detailing on the cover of a book long tossed away in the Atheneum. He had a talent for seeing something in the ugly and forgotten, probably because he hoped for the same chances himself. Samuel
He took a step but then felt tired
He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child |
Beneath the Strawberry Moon
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