terça-feira, agosto 31, 2010


«'Laurel,' he said, and she came to him the way he had known from the beginning it must be. 'Laurel,' he cried, as if the word were the act. And there became a silence around them, a silence more vast than the thunderous ecstasy of the hungry sea.»

In a Lonely Place {1947}, Dorothy B. Hughes.

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