… and the afternoon passed.

February 20, 2011 § 3 Comments

“As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bow of candy, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.” {Betty Smith| A Tree Grows in Brooklyn}

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