tired woman knelt like a stone in prayer or in death she even could have been a statue before a real statue of some saint or martyr while screaming children of the city and the buses outside sent echoes through the air which carried a weary scent of melted wax and freshly picked altar flowers...
Desy, Joseph C.
"Women of Stone,"
Sketch: Vol. 35
, Article 8.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol35/iss1/8