Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked — Alexis Landau, The Empire of the Senses
Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked — Alexis Landau, The Empire of the Senses
Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked — Alexis Landau, The Empire of the Senses
Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked — Alexis Landau, The Empire of the Senses
Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked — Alexis Landau, The Empire of the Senses
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Holding the bread to her chest, she made her way home, thinking of those dreamy winter afternoons, when the light looked as it did now, the crystalline blue of the sky slipping into a faded purple, as faint as a bruise.

— Alexis Landau, The Empire of the Senses
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