"The full harvest is still months away. I fear frost, I fear hail, I fear mildew and blight. I fear I will be sleeping when the sun rises. Let the sun rise. Let it be the day when she ripens at my hand ... the words that are there, fly up from her lips, a flock of birds cawing at the sky. An engine of wings migrating through the world but she makes her home in me."
- Art and Lies, Jeanette Winterson
Guido
C'etait pas du tout difficile de trouver, ah ... : )
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- Art and Lies, Jeanette Winterson
Guido
C'etait pas du tout difficile de trouver, ah ... : )
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