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The memories are so close I feel your presence everywhere. And I see forward so clearly and sadly to a time when the memories will be distant. I won't be able to picture your painting things scattered on the flat rock in Ammoudi or your bare feet soaking up the sunshine on Valia's garden wall. Now I see them. Soon I will remember them. Long after that I will remember remembering. I don't want any more hours to pass to separate me from you. Tonight I was packing for London, hating to leave the place where we were together.
и кусочек другого
I went swimming in our olive grove the night I got back, I was delirious thinking of you.
He'd originally written making love to you, then crossed it about a thousand times. But when Lena read the letter from the back in the perfect light, she could read the censored words. And as many times as she read them, their impact never faded. Each word burst like a firework in her brain. Longing. Agony. Bliss. Pain.
(с) Anne Brashares, The second summer of the sisterhood
The memories are so close I feel your presence everywhere. And I see forward so clearly and sadly to a time when the memories will be distant. I won't be able to picture your painting things scattered on the flat rock in Ammoudi or your bare feet soaking up the sunshine on Valia's garden wall. Now I see them. Soon I will remember them. Long after that I will remember remembering. I don't want any more hours to pass to separate me from you. Tonight I was packing for London, hating to leave the place where we were together.
и кусочек другого
I went swimming in our olive grove the night I got back, I was delirious thinking of you.
He'd originally written making love to you, then crossed it about a thousand times. But when Lena read the letter from the back in the perfect light, she could read the censored words. And as many times as she read them, their impact never faded. Each word burst like a firework in her brain. Longing. Agony. Bliss. Pain.
(с) Anne Brashares, The second summer of the sisterhood
