I had never the hell even heard of Calvin's book, but as he stood beneath that ancient sycamore, explaining to us why he loved it, reading a passage from it with genuine conviction and gaining confidence as he read, I fell for him a little bit, just for a second: the rogue lock of red hair that the breeze kept blowing into his eyes, the pale down on his neatly sinewed arms–
-Sarah Combs
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