“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.” Whose line was that, Maurice?
I believe it was the Bard, Charlie. Or it might have been Little Stevie Wonder.
A genius. Little Stevie.
Monday, March 23, 2020
the last book I ever read (Night Boat to Tangier: A Novel by Kevin Barry, excerpt one)
“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.” Whose line was that, Maurice?
I believe it was the Bard, Charlie. Or it might have been Little Stevie Wonder.
A genius. Little Stevie.
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