Grain Bins - The Monday Morning Memo

“The night wanes and he longs to be home. In another hour the sun will rise over the mountain, and his mother will pick her way over the mossy boulders to fill the kettle at the creek. Grandfather will restart the fire, and the sun will send shadows quivering through the ravine, and Nida will sigh beneath her blanket, chasing one last dream. Omeir imagines climbing into the warmth beside his sister and twining his limbs with hers as they did when they were little, and when he wakes it is late morning and the girl has untied herself and she is holding her sack and standing over him, studying the gap in his upper lip.

After that he does not bother to bind her wrists.”

- Anthony Doerr, Cloud Cuckoo Land, p. 530

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