Patricia A. McKillip Quotes: Branches Grew From His Hands His Hair

Branches Grew From His Hands, His Hair. His Thoughts Tangled Like Roots In The Ground. He Strained Upward. Pitch Ran Like Tears Down His Back. His Name Formed His Core; Ring Upon Ring Of Silence Built Around It. His Face Rose High Above The Forests. Gripped To Earth, Bending To The Wind's Fury, He Disappeared Within Himself, Behind The Hard, Wind-scrolled Shield Of His Experiences.
— Patricia A. McKillip —

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