But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face...
But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face...
Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not have surprised them to feel a summer breeze on their faces, or to see the lights among the boughs reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about them was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together.
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories