Stalking The Author
"I know, and she's here, she's working, eating, and have people around her who care. It's a process."
"She's not talking!" Brenton let out his frustration and I stopped my movement, but back to slapping more texture of a darker shade of white and tried to tune out his words.
"Monks don't talk for months... it's part of their meditation, their ascension to higher learning. This is what she needs Brenton. Maybe she's not talking to us, but her mind is not dead. She's not dead, we should be thankful and you need to stop thinking about the worst."
Bab Populer