Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
His hair became my favorite thing to touch.
I didn’t want my hands back.
“Waiting for Crocuses” from Half-Hazard by Kristen Tracy
Just now I can feel that little quivering of the pen which has always foreshadowed the happy delivery of a good book. --Emile Zola
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