Sunday, April 28, 2013

Sunday Sentence: Woke Up Lonely by Fiona Maazel


Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.


She settled under a lamp whose glow helped define the cut of her face.  Very narrow.  Unnaturally so.  A face between cymbals after the clap.

Woke Up Lonely by Fiona Maazel



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