Danielle Wheeler

Saturday, September 1, 2012


He and his foster-brother rode the plantation horses and mules, they had a pack of small hounds to hunt with and the promise of a gun in another year or so; they were sufficient, complete, wanting, as all children do, not to be understood, leaping in mutual embattlement before any threat to privacy, but only to love, to question and examine unchallenged, and to be let alone.

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