The old woman took her hand, kissed it, and went back home in tears. The sky, pale in the east, still burned over Monte, as if the whole day’s splendor was concentrated up there. … She only saw that great light, that boundless, deep, infinite, mirage.

The old woman took her hand, kissed it, and went back home in tears. The sky, pale in the east, still burned over Monte, as if the whole day’s splendor was concentrated up there. … She only saw that great light, that boundless, deep, infinite, mirage.

– Grazia Deledda –

Reeds in the Wind

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