light gazing, ışığa bakmak

Monday, September 28, 2015

murmuring water

"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.

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