Book Beginnings
"Every third birth shall be for the grave. The words rang in Judith Shakespeare's ears as she picked up the looking glass with the ornate, gold trimmed handle, and spied again her heavy blond locks and clear blue eyes. It was always startling, to see her own face reflected in such sharp outline and detail. It was nothing like looking in the waters of the Avon, the cold dark waters which rushed by with such urgent speed, ferrying leaves and branches and thick clumps of dirt on their way to the next village....."http://rosecityreader.blogspot.com
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