—Marjorie Sandor
Sometimes, I come across written words that are vibrant, beautiful, spine-titillating...
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011
A Single Enchanted Eye
“What if it was all right to not love anyone in particular, [Eva] thought—to be a flying angel, observing everything with a single enchanted eye, no need to light any one place or know any given name; to be, for a minute, as close to the burning stars as you were to the cooling earth?”
