Notes

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. in our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew. Includes Literature Circle questions.

Size: 12 up





Shelved at: SPI SEN
upper age: 99