""I turn in my bedroll. Near at hand is Cole’s sleeping face....

""I turn in my bedroll. Near at hand is Cole’s sleeping face. His eyes are shut, and his breath comes in tiny gasps. In this half-light of early dawn, his cheeks are flushed with deep sleep…. I remember Cole and Christian as small lads, playing in the woods beside the stream. And Nell watched them for me. I remember her soft voice in the forest gloam, singing to me."

— from the novel Sinful Folk

SOURCE: du1cet (by alenalipatova)