In the sunlight, the River Wye was the blue of bachelor buttons, of delphinium; small frothy waves, edged with white, kept appearing and disappearing on the blue surface.
– The Narrows by Ann Petry
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What a lovely, evocative piece of writing! 🙂 I haven’t heard of Ann Petry. I’ll go and Google her!
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I know – isn’t that gorgeous? I hadn’t heard of her either. She’s an African-American author from CT. They had to pull this particular title out of storage for me at the library, and I’m so glad they did.
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