"You asked me to write a story for you. On the peaks of mountains, and beside the great lakes, I am writing for you. I shut my eyes to the blue of gentians, to the coral of of androsace; I shut my ears to the brawling of rivers; I shut my nose to the scent of pines; I concentrate on my story/.../.""The letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf"
Breven, åh breven...
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