" you never cease to amaze me, Andrew (ender), the way you turn people in plasma."" he was a youngish man, younger than her, atleast, but his eyes were seductive with understanding. Perigoso, she thought. he is dangerous, he is beautiful, I could drown in his understanding.
" he was a creature out of legend, and yet he still lived..."
i read and re read these excerpts. for sure orson scott card had met zander! i love LOVE LOVE LOVE these two photographs of zander. he is such an unruly, *free spirited boy.
and i should add. in highschool people would usually dub me as the free spritied, barefoot, hemp totin'hippie. i threw caution to the wind and hugged and kissed the trees. but zander, he is the Gen-u--wine free spirit. he is blown by the breeze of the Holy Spirit. he throws fear to the wind and treasures the broken hearted. zander doesn't usually like how i describe him. he wants a more masculine profile, but that will have to come in another post. today i see him walking barefoot next to Jesus, talking to the trees and animals, on a quest to love more.
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