“Sometimes Ginia would stop in the streets as she suddenly became aware of the smells of summe
“Sometimes Ginia would stop in the streets as she suddenly became aware of the smells of summer, its sounds and colours and the shadows of the plane-trees. She thought of them while she was still surrounded by mud and snow; she would stop at the street-corners, desire catching at her throat. ‘It must come, the seasons never change,’ but somehow it seemed improbable now that she was all alone. ‘I’m an old woman, that’s what it is. All the good days are over.’”Cesare Pavese, The Beautiful Summer -- source link
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