Saturday, November 17, 2018

First Paragraph

"Let there be light," he said, in a tone between mockery and reverence. And there was light: a single beam of it, at this one moment of the midmorning, finding the gap where ice had taken a limb off the big maple, and illuminating only his hands as they lay on his chest. The window was open, admitting a soft breeze, and the sun catching the edge of his ring was reflected in an arabesque of thin gold that seemed to cut the cloth of the coverlet.

- From Montenegro by Starling Lawrence

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