Tuesday, April 20, 2010
- So absorbed in Atonement that I nearly miss my stop. Loving the prose style – dense, lush, and mannered in a nicely ironic way.
- On my afternoon break, I sit on a squashy sofa opposite the north-facing window and am bathed in warm sunlight.
- Becca and I walk across the schoolyard at dusk. The fading yellow light makes her eyes more intensely green.
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