Let's stay up all night,' Kat whispers. 'Let's wait for the moon to kiss the morning star.
Elissa Janine Hoole
It would not be fair to say that the fire stole my faith, since in truth it has been slipping away from me all my life, flipping between my fingers like a shiny little minnow--such a far cry from the trophy salmon that dangled from my father's fist.
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