End of Summer / Under the stormShe told him to go find her there on the cliff. So she went. In the roar of the storm and the fog. Under the rain. She climbed up the hill, staggering, swept by the wind, her hair whipping her face and her feet slipping on the wet pebblestones. She remembered that it was here that they used to meet, when they were little girls. All the memories, games and secrets they had shared together. All the nursery rhymes and the joys and sorrows. As she... Lire la suite »