Her face is open, delighted. The sound of her voice across the water--her laughter mingling with that of the others-- is alluring, vibrant with humor and affection. I find myself wondering what my own voice would sound like among those others, my own laughter meshed with hers, and the night is suddenly very lonely, very cold, very empty.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Chocolat - Pg 163
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