Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.
-Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.
-Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
musings inspired by literature, poetry, nature, and occasionally everything else.
A blog about reading, books, and language.