quoteallthethings:Vladimir Nabokov - quote -She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo
quoteallthethings: Vladimir Nabokov - quote -She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds. Source: quoteallthethings.com (via TumbleOn) -- source link