As a boy he had never dreamed of an age when there was no song left, but still some heart.
Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer
I love that book so much — I had pulled it off the shelf last week to read it again, though I haven’t started. Maybe there’s something in the air that calls for Kingsolver…
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