Her dream was the kind that lingered…


Her dream was the kind that lingered, coloring the whole morning. Bits of it rose like dust from her pillows when she plumped them – a sense of travel, a sense of longing.

Back When We Were GrownupsAnne Tyler, pg. 29


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