Aveva visto il gelo disegnare motivi simili a foglie sul vetro, gocce di pioggia scorrere come lacrime su vecchie guance, il primo sole di primavera splendere polveroso sul tappeto turco e sulle assi di quercia macchiate del pavimento.

-Winston Graham

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