Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.
Ellen had said that her mother was afraid of the ocean, that it was too cold and too big. The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.
Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.
She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.
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