January 11, 2009

Page 230

When I told Alma the things I saw she would laugh and tell me she loved my imagination.  For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love, both sides were heads:  I knew I couldn't lose.

The History of Love, Nicole Krauss

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