She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
A good book for young teens.
A good book for young teens.
It was a really good book. I enjoyed reading it. A mix of emotions.
