“It’s still there, you see,” he pointed out. “Bulbs and roots, just waiting to grow. You have to learn to look with more than just your eyes, Julia.” He took a deep pull on the cigarette and exhaled, slowly. “Try looking with your soul, instead. The soul sees what truly matters.”

“It’s still there, you see,” he pointed out. “Bulbs and roots, just waiting to grow. You have to learn to look with more than just your eyes, Julia.” He took a deep pull on the cigarette and exhaled, slowly. “Try looking with your soul, instead. The soul sees what truly matters.”

— Susanna Kearsley