literature, photography

i am not afraid of the dark

And she made a wide sweeping movement with her hand, brushing away the great dark weight of London, and the thousand ugly towns, and the myriad small cramped lives of England…. Yet at the time she was perfectly happy. The weight of the city was off her, and the scent of the grasses and the sun were delicious.

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