The Glass Castle
There once came a man to Glastonbury Tor, Collen of Cymru was his name. His cross well shined, though his robes were poor, and a hermitage he claimed. Neath his vestments beat a soldier’s heart,…
There once came a man to Glastonbury Tor, Collen of Cymru was his name. His cross well shined, though his robes were poor, and a hermitage he claimed. Neath his vestments beat a soldier’s heart,…
~by Stephanie Piro Erik could tell there was something odd about his lesson with fourteen-year-old Christine. She seemed preoccupied and would pause every so often and glance behind her as if expecting someone to come…
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