Hdhub4umn «Free»

On the seventh day a child with a red ribbon climbed Kestrel Hill and did not come down until the lantern dimmed and then brightened as she approached. She descended with a small bundle in her arms—a knitted shawl—and gave it to Tom Barber, who had lost his wife that winter and had not yet learned how to keep the air in his pockets warm. He wrapped the shawl around himself and cried in the middle of the square, which became, for once, a good place to weep.