It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.


An Edith Wharton treasury (ed. 1950)


It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.