That Impossible Thing
“We were allowed to lie there, limbs intermingled, for nearly an hour. It was bliss. It was perfection. It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.” — George Saunders; Tenth of December—Escape from Spiderhead, p. 50
Alessio Albi
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