4 Quotes by Rachel Plummer

Jenny turned and Jenny ran to where she thought the woods began, she turned and ran from you. But deeper into woods she flew with every step, until the dew and darkness led her back to you.

How light is your heart? Could you carry it over a bridge made of a single hair?

Could you sharpen it to a sword-point, let it carve the ground behind you as you run?

And searched the wood for Jenny, too, as soon as dawn had broken blue