… into the bloom.
And when a sparrow ate the tree's fruit,
his father flew with the birds.
He said…
«Death was his father's road to awe».
That's what he called it.
«The road to awe».
Now, I've been trying to write the last chapter
and I haven't been able to get that out of my head!
— Why are you telling me this?
— I'm not afraid anymore, Tommy.