“Her voice sounded rich and pure, as clean and gentle as spring. It made tears well in his eyes and he swallowed them to quench the dryness in his throat. He continued walking, afraid to reach for the cup in case the momentum hurled him to the ground. The woman brought the water to his mouth and tenderly cupped the back of his head, steadying him for a sip.
“I‘ll walk with you, just open your mouth,” she said.” #maazamengiste
WomanistBibliophile Intrigued! 4y
Lesliereads @WomanistBibliophile I was so engrossed reading this! 4y
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