Now the soldier's dreams changed. Often he dreamed that he walked in a cloud of butterflies. They shimmered with color, surrounding him so closely that they shielded him from the devil. When he awoke, he knew the butterflies were the prayers of the poor.
- An excerpt from the Bearskinner, a gorgeously illustrated, thought provoking, soul stirring book for children that riveted my nine-year-old son and brought me to tears with its rawness, potency, and grace.
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