(voice)...it was honey, smoke, crystal, fire, wind, water, earth.
Anne Rivers SiddonsSo clear that you could see every delicate vein in the lacquered new leaves; so soft that you felt the air on newly bared arms like velvet; so suffused with every shade of green that it seemed that your very blood ran green, in harmony.
Anne Rivers SiddonsHer light brown eyes were the color of sherry, fringed with long, thick, gold-tipped lashes.
Anne Rivers SiddonsOn a night of icy silver radiance, when the very sea and stars seemed on fire with light.
Anne Rivers SiddonsThe sunset over the bay that evening was a conflagration of blood-red and orange and deep, gold-edged purple. I remember: unforgettable.
Anne Rivers SiddonsAll places where the French settled have corruption at their heart, a kind of soft, rotten glow, like the phosphorescence of decaying wood, that is oddly attractive.
Anne Rivers SiddonsSometimes I could scarcely breathe with the knowledge that for the rest of my life, whenever we wanted, Peter and I could lie down and do whatever we wished.
Anne Rivers SiddonsFireflies winked, and the darkening bay breathed and sighed like a great dolphin and the thin pure curve of a young moon hung in the green sky...
Anne Rivers SiddonsDidn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.
Anne Rivers SiddonsTags: love missing remembering parted
Whenever you see redwoods in the National Geographic, or fog, or watch Shamu on TV, you'll be seeing me. Whenever you smell pine and spruce and day-old socks, that's me. Whenever you hear wind in the tops of trees, that's me, and whenever you taste crab and wine and Brie, that's me, and whenever the wind blows your hat off or you get under a cold shower, that's me. Whenever you read about an earthquake, that's me, sure as gun's iron. Whenever you smell wet dog, that's Curtis and me, and whenever you see a Rattus rattus, that's Forrest, and I'm right behind him. Never see me again? You'll never not see me. And I'll never not see you . . .Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.
Anne Rivers SiddonsTags: love remembering parted
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