My Father’s Arms are a Boat by Stein Erik Lunde Illustrated by Øyvind Torseter

It’s quieter than it’s ever been. Unable to sleep, a young boy climbs into his father’s arms. Feeling the warmth and closeness of his father, he begins to ask about the birds, the foxes…and whether his mother will ever wake up. Even in the face of absence and loss, the cycles of life continue unabated. We know in the end everything will somehow be all right.

– Enchanted Lion

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