09/24/2008
A Peice of a Story
…“She could Smell, you know.”
Tolly took a great breath of the spring night.
“Do you think she could smell the stars?”
“I nearly can myself tonight. She could certainly smell the kind of thing that stars belong to and happen in. Sometimes you make things smaller by giving them a name to themselves, like ‘star.’ Imagine Susan taking a breath of it and just thinking all that.”
Tolly took a lungful of star and cherry blossom and fresh-water river and yew and sleeping violets, and then leaped into bed.
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Treasure of Green Know By L.M. Boston
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