I am going start a collection of words I wish I'd written. While I am in awe of so many writers, sometimes a sentence hits you and you just can't let it go.
Here's one for today:
"She laid the side of her face against his frail old heart, where the pink shell of her ear could capture whatever song it had left."
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So beautiful. From where?
This is from Barbara Kingsolver's "Prodigal Summer."
The whole novel is stunning.
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