Today, Elias’s own daughter sits on that sill, her legs dangling as she watches the birds in the garden. The stone is cool in the summer and holds the warmth of the house in the winter, a silent witness to the passing of time, still standing firm beneath the window.
Today, Elias’s own daughter sits on that sill, her legs dangling as she watches the birds in the garden. The stone is cool in the summer and holds the warmth of the house in the winter, a silent witness to the passing of time, still standing firm beneath the window.