Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, — Violette Leduc

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, — Violette Leduc

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, — Violette Leduc

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, — Violette Leduc

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, — Violette Leduc

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.

— Violette Leduc

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