Friday, February 18, 2005

22. That Certain Age, Elizabeth Buchan

"I Set my face in a permanent smile and ignored the aching muscles. Sometimes i was reminded of the story of the little match girl who pressed her nose to the pane of glass and looked in a scene of happiness and warmth, while her feet froze on the pavement...Then, he was entirely seperate and disconnected and there was no possibility for me of sharing it with him"

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