2 Quotes by Kathy MacMillan

Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.

What might happen if writing were a shared endeavor, meant t connect people instead of being hoarded as a tool of power and privilege.