Poetry?"..."No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head. - Mary E. Pearson
Their voices meld into a cloudy rumble of their own, and I ponder Mira's and Aidan's secrets and imagine the injustice that threads through other lives, injustice that has no face because it is hidden away in a dark, shameful place, hidden for years in hopes of making it untrue. - Mary E. Pearson