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I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
Violette Leduc, French novelist
from her autobiography "Mad in Pursuit"
Violette Leduc, French novelist
from her autobiography "Mad in Pursuit"
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