R.I.P. Ray Bradbury

"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 //