The island cried out to me. I longed to feast my senses on its light and air, and restore my spirit with its peace. If I answered its call, soon enough I would live again in the familiar rhythms of its seasons-the wincing winters and dappled summers, its shy, reluctant springtide and gleaming, bronzed leaf fall.
( Geraldine Brooks )
[ Caleb's Crossing ]
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