Thursday, 1 March 2012

Sara Miller Acosta 2012

I remember being a child out of doors in the dark of summer evenings, winter evenings, late dark and early. One saw perfectly well, it never seemed really dark until I came in the house. Then the night outside the windows would be very black.

- from Turtle Diary

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