Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
It was an hour of thaw, with spring voices in the warm wind, and wherever there was light enough you could see drops glistening and falling. You could feel the cold melting out of the stars and the bare trees and shrubbery toward Stony Brook turning lush in the darkness.
“The Bowl” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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