She seems more beautiful - if that is possible - and converses and joins at times in the music of the birds. Then she leaves the street, and the crowd lets her pass through in the midst of beautiful songs. Eva glides through the crowd and a dove alights on her shoulder, and the night falls upon the heart of the world.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Eva The Fugitive - pg. 42
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