He looks at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself.


Letters: Sylvia Townsend Warner (1982)

Sylvia Townsend Warner Quotes

He looks at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself.

He looks at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself.

He looks at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself.

He looks at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself.