Thursday, March 29, 2012

First Lines: Irene Nemirovsky - The Wine of Solitude

 (ph: David Tremblay)

In the part of the world where Helene Karol was born, dusk began with a thick cloud of dust that swirled slowly in the air before drifting to the ground, bringing the damp night with it:
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