Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Nevermind that this is from the novel "Summer," this reminds me of spring, glorious spring:

He had his arms about her, and his kisses were in her hair and on her lips. Under his touch things deep down in her struggled to the light and sprang up like flowers in the sunshine.

-Edith Wharton

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