The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a cl — Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
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The day was cold, and every time the little transparent fans of water swept in and drew back, the wet sand mirrored a clear sky and the sun on its way down.

— Gina Berriault, Stolen Pleasures: Selected Stories of Gina Berriault
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