"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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