She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.
Elizabeth George Speare (2011). “The Witch of Blackbird Pond”, p.244, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.