Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; these are its sign and note and character. -Robert Browning
A thin film of dust fills the chamber of the cave. It imparts a nostalgic sense of peace. My Grandma Mae, rest her soul, would have enjoyed picking through the soil, unearthing ancient relics of a time long past.
Perhaps she did, in another life, one I never heard about as a child. Closing my eyes, I envision her standing in the same spot I now occupy. At least now, I know where my love of Indian lore came from.
I stretch my arms overhead. It's been three weeks since I sat in Mr. Crawford's office for the reading of my grandfather's will. I've not heard a peep from Stephen since I informed him, I was staying three days ago. It shouldn't surprise me. He said he was heading back to T
