Monday, December 22, 2008

Aimless Reading: The A's, Part 24.1

Alias Grace
Originally uploaded by Michael_Kelleher
Atwood, Margaret
Alias Grace


Out of the gravel there are peonies growing. They come up through the loose grey pebbles, their buds testing the air like snails' eyes, then swelling and opening, huge dark-red flowers all shining and glossy like satin. Then they burst and fall to the ground.

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