Miss Golightly lowered her head,deep in thought. She remembered a tiny Kentish village in the war-torn summer of 1940 when, for a short time her life was complete. After all these years, in her mind's eye she could still see a wicker basket ona picnic rug beneath an apple tree and a sea view that, live the ache in her heart, went on for ever
(page 128)
Such a pleasure to read work of this quality. Powering on.
— Jun 03, 2018 07:48PM
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