tisdag 13 september 2011

Bokcitat



"She picked up one of the orange cushions and placed it on her chest, and held it there with both arms. It was strangely steadying, despite being only a cushion and not a body, and absurdly she felt a kind of gratitude to it, some connection, as if the cushion had mysterious capacities for reassurance in its feathered depths."
Friday Nights - Joanna Trollope


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