By the River Piedra

"By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river--leaves, insects, the feather of birds--is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be...

The Secret of Gliding

He stumbled across a tiny rock, and fell shamefully, like the man who fell from heaven. He thought of all the ways possible to glide back to where he fell from. He visited the favored witches and wizards of the village he accidently became a temporary resident in, who were known to be the miracle-makers....