"She knew they thought they remembered a warmness, like a blushing in the
face, in the body, in the arms and legs and trembling hands. But then
they always awoke to the tatting drum, the endless shaking down of clear
bead necklaces upon the roof, the walk, the gardens, the forests, and
their dreams were gone. "
// excerpt from All Summer In A Day , which you can freely download here //
