An Independent Heart by Elizabeth Grant
Snow melted on the horses’ necks and tangled their manes with glistening icicles.
My Brother Jack by George Johnson
My brother Jack does not come into the story straight away. Nobody ever does, of course, because a person doesn’t begin to exist without parents and an environment and legendary tales told about ancestors and dark dusty vines growing over outhouses where remarkable insects might always drop out of hidden crevices.
End of the Bay by Ka...
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