Thursday, January 28, 2016

the last book I ever read (The Door by Magda Szabó, excerpt four)

from The Door by Magda Szabó:

The stream of cherries tumbled into the cauldron. By now we were in the world of myth – the pitted cherries separating out, the juice beginning to flow like blood from a wound, and Emerence, calmness personified, standing over the cauldron in her black apron, her eyes in shadow under the hooded headscarf.

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