Other people's lives are brighter than my own. Smart people tell me I shouldn't think that way, but it explains why I scavenge in secondhand bookstores. Finger with care what someone has once read. Foxed pages, awkward inscriptions, a journey bookmarked by a bus ticket. In vintage clothes shops, I sparkle in cast-off dresses; their sheen of summer evenings in restaurants opened to a garden.
from Lush Stories - latest Sex Stories http://bit.ly/2W2wQBf
0 comments:
Post a Comment