Saturday, October 05, 2019

First Paragraph

June, 1941

It's half past ten in the evening, but the light of day still glows through the lime leaves. They are so green that they look like an hallucination of the summer everyone had almost given up expecting. When you touch them, they are fresh and tender. It's like touching a baby's skin.

- From The Siege by Helen Dunmore

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