It reached out tendrils of darkness to examine this odd phenomenon. It was like gazing into the sky above another world. Then it noticed something that made it curious: those eyes were full of stars, but the constellations inside them were unfamiliar. Probably that strange gaze was its own reflection in a puddle, or maybe in a mirror left shattered in the street. When Night looked down, it saw its own eyes staring back at it. ÂPost Wheeler, “Wassilissa the Beautiful” It ate a little of the bread and drank a little of the soup and said: “Don't be afraid, Wassilissa the Beautiful. Then the eyes of the little doll began to shine like two candles. ÂSappho, as translated by my grandmother, Anne Porter Who proves that there truly is magic in Brooklyn If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author's copyright, please notify the publisher at: us./piracy. You may not copy, reproduce, or upload this e-book, other than to read it on one of your personal devices.Ĭopyright infringement is against the law. You may not print or post this e-book, or make this e-book publicly available in any way. This e-book is for your personal use only. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you without Digital Rights Management software (DRM) applied so that you can enjoy reading it on your personal devices. To receive special offers, bonus content,Īnd info on new releases and other great reads,įor email updates on the author, click here.
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