Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.
Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2011). “Ill-Made Mute”, p.1, Pan Macmillan
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.