Sunday, January 13, 2019
Sunday Sentence: Christmas by Vladimir Nabokov
Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
The outer door resisted at first, then opened with a luscious crunch, and the dazzling frost hit his face.
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