Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Life On Sandpaper

"My hand unintentionally touched hers. She looked at me ruefully and across the table I sensed our hearts beating in harmony, a phrase suiting our youth. She wanted a life partner back then. I didn't know what I wanted. She had a somewhat broken but brave strength, a profound and enduring beauty that remained gentle, and she had a wonderful smile too. We ate. We were already holding hands like children."

- Yoram Kaniuk


Just some late night sentiments.

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