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SECOND VOICE
laughs high and aloud in his sleep and curls up his toes as he sees, upon waking fifty years ago, snow lie deep on the goosefield behind the sleeping house; and he runs out into the field where his mother is making welsh-cakes in the snow, and steals a fistful of snowflakes and currants and climbs back to bed to eat the cold and sweet under the warm, white clothes while his mother dances in the snow kitchen crying out for her lost currants.
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Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood
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what a bitter taste in this picture.
4 σχόλια:
dylan thomas i know, but what is this photo?
it should have been mine!
mine alone.
i love it.
dear Ritva,
I've been taught so much by your example.
This picture is yours. With love and respect.
i hope you understood my sense of humor. that was trying to be funny :)
your photo is perfect for my eyes!!
of course! i am just giving it to you, since you liked it!
i like your sense of humor very much :)
ps. now that you mentioned clumsiness, i am not sure if 'by your example' makes any sense in English.. It does so in Greek though!
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