[Southern Mail, Saint-Exupery, A. d.]
Tuesday 26 April 2011
...of sunlight
She passed an antique shop. Genevieve thought of the knick-knacks in her drawing-room as traps for the sunlight. Everything that retains the light, that rises brightly to the surface gave her pleasure. She paused to savour the silent smile in that piece of crystal glassware - the smile that gleams at one from a rare old wine. In her weary consciousness light, health, and the certainty of life were all intermingled; and she longed to brighten the room of her sinking child with this reflected sunbeam, pinned there like a golden nail.
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