January 29, 2009

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Such thoughts are more and more with her.  Her brain has been running wild these last months.  She is a woman whose desires stand at the bottom of a cracked pitcher, waiting.

Even now, hanging out the wash, she is faint with long, but for what?  Embrace me, she says to the dripping sheets and pillowslips, hold me.  
- The Stone Diaries, Carol Shields

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