desperately knocking against the blind little world, i loosened one of its planks, opening a window to a new, wider world. There, spread out, was a profusion of geography, of atmosphere, of full empty air.
Jonathan Safran FoerTags: poetic imagery pages-68-69
Page 1 of 1.
©gutesprueche.com
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Wir benutzen Cookies
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.