Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
To touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one December morning, early, and putting out your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night.
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
How did you know that's what I've been reading this week, David?
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