"Hand in hand, they crossed the little bridge over the river Sarp. Rayiha's hand in his was light and delicate as a bird. A cool breeze carried the scent of thyme and bay leaves over the murmuring water."
Pamuk in A Strangeness in My Mind.
Monday, September 28, 2015
murmuring water
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