Still Lives Part Three
Between classes and work, she read on the ground. Outside her there are birds and leaves and air; inside she immerses herself in words and meanings and ideas, sitting upon the grass. Each page washes over her, a tide of escape a few hundred pages long. There, crosslegged, she drowns.
Between classes and work, she read on the ground. Outside her there are birds and leaves and air; inside she immerses herself in words and meanings and ideas, sitting upon the grass. Each page washes over her, a tide of escape a few hundred pages long. There, crosslegged, she drowns.
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