Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. March 11, 1964
Birthday: March 11
When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.
source: Libba Bray (2009). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.522, Simon and Schuster
topic: Good Night, Dream, Waiting, His Smile, I've Missed You