Fledgling
[responsivevoice_button buttontext=โListenโ] ๐๐๐๐๐ โWere it but free, it would soar cloud-highโ (Charlotte Bronte) Reading this achingly-tender memoir, embodied through words, is to move beyond words - to the riding of a wave of rapturous, primal connection where emotion, pure and atavistic, soars free. As the author, a young British wife,…