"A breeze which had crossed a thousand miles of wheatlands bellied her taffeta skirt in a line so graceful, so full of animation and moving beauty, that the heart of a chance watcher on the lower road tightened to wistfulness over her quality of suspended freedom."
(Main Street by Sinclair Lewis, chapter 1)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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