There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves.... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.
An English Year (1954)
There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves.... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.
An English Year (1954)
