Now I lay down on this tree and felt a lonely sadness coming over me in waves. Slow tears ran from my eyes and trickled into my ears. I thought, ‘I even cry in a...
—Barbara Comyns
It was Sunday morning, and old people passed me like sad grey waves on their way to church.
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