nultemp:

the massive power of trains yet confinement to a single path makes them comparable to angels

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a-quiet-green-agreement:

“When he brought her the change from her pound-note and the chrysanthemums pinned up in sheets of white paper, he brought also several sprays of beech leaves. These, he explained, were thrown in with her purchase. She took them into her arms. The great fans of orange tracery seemed to her even more beautiful than the chrysanthemums, for they had been given to her, they were a surprise. She sniffed. They smelled of woods, the dark rustling woods to whose edge she came so often in the country of her autumn imagination.”

– Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

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