There are no holy places and no holy people, only holy moments, only moments of wisdom.
Child of woe is wane and delicate. . . sensitive and on the quiet side, she loves the picnics and outings to the underground caverns. . . a solemn child, prim in dress and, on the whole, pretty lost. . . secretive and imaginative, poetic, seems underprivileged and given to occasional tantrums. . . has six toes on one foot.