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Sunday, June 24, 2012

a sibilant percussion

She loved the air after a hard rain, and the way a forest of dripping leaves fills itself with a sibilant percussion that empties your head of words.
Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver.

1 comment:

Roxanne said...

Would you believe me if I told you I was just thinking about how I miss your blog? The expression "a sibilant percussion" brings me almost as much joy as a Locus Amoenus update in my Google Reader.