(this land means less and less to me) without you breathing through its trees

[possibilist]

[summary: 'Your parents don't believe in luck, or, at least that's what they tell you. They believe in God. They believe in Jesus. Sometimes, they get mad at you for trying to wish on Shakespearean shooting stars or the discarded feathers of your eyelashes, even the sweet smoke of birthday candles. They tell you to pray; they tell you wishes don't

Comments

[mjacton]

Wow, you did it again.

I think this explained Quinn really well. The longish paragraph describing Quinn's inner worlds was beautiful.

Excellent and heartwarming.