love's memory

Aug 13 2008 ∞
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.  My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.  My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

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