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So, he said, we ourselves will be the candle flames. He put his hands on his chest. Feel your hearts, how warm they are.

Jerry Spinelli

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Jerry Spinelli
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: February 1
Novelist
Writer
Norristown
Pennsylvania
Warm
Hearts
Hands
Feel
Feels
Chest
Heart
Chests
Candle
Flames

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