I kissed her and forgot death. — Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
I kissed her and forgot death. — Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
I kissed her and forgot death. — Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
I kissed her and forgot death. — Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
I kissed her and forgot death. — Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
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I kissed her and forgot death.

— Jeanette Winterson, The Stone Gods
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