She too was standing in the lamp's raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.


P. 84 - The Tin Flute (1945)


She too was standing in the lamp's raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.

She too was standing in the lamp's raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.

She too was standing in the lamp's raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.

She too was standing in the lamp's raw light. Her cheeks looked hollow, her lips too red, too bold.