‘She was a proper comet.
Her hair gathered together and flung itself
out ahead of her
like flame on a blowtorch. Behind it,
her body was a
small, curled-up, icy ball.
But because she was clutching the golden
apple,
she knew she was carrying with her al the seeds of life
- all
excitement, joy, growth and adventure -
She could go anywhere in the
universe with this
and still be alive.’
The Game.
sempre uno splendore!!! sandra F.
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