Catherine

“Amanda Hamilton poem. “Fading moon, follow My footsteps Through light unbroken By land shadows, And share my senses That feel the cool Shoulders of silence.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Four light-years from the second largest pulsar, past the black dust and the white. In a small circle of golden light, made by a careful teenage star, I found you," Aexandria said seriously. "No matter what I did or said, there you stood. Like a fixed point, and the Earth moved around you.”
― K. Ancrum, The Weight of the Stars

“...both he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet when they were dry. But when they were half-full, wearing a coat of shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and valleys in the creek beds, wearing down the earth. Giving someone else a little of who they were hurt more than giving up none or all of it.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, When the Moon Was Ours

“Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?”
― F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience, and a Man Called Nothing