Her face was like a... «Fahrenheit 451»
Sonita_Valentine4 января 2019Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall; but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she left no shadow. There was only the singing of the thimblewasps in her tamped-shut ears, and her eyes all glass, and breath going in and out, softly, faintly, in and out of her nostrils, and her not caring whether it came or went, went or came.
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