All orphans were at once wondering and stoic — at one moment loving everything too much, the next folding back from it, tightly as hard green buds growing in the wrong direction, closing as they go.
The Golden Apples (1949)
All orphans were at once wondering and stoic — at one moment loving everything too much, the next folding back from it, tightly as hard green buds growing in the wrong direction, closing as they go.
The Golden Apples (1949)