Sunday, February 7, 2021

An invisible rope

Sunday, February 7, 2021

"He is suddenly there, behind her. His arms circle her waist, turn her around, pull her towards him. His head is next to hers: she smells the leather of his gloves, the salt of his tears. They stand like this, together, unified, for a moment, and she feels the pull towards him that she always does and always has, as if there is an invisible rope that circles her heart and ties it to his."

~ Maggie O'Farell, Hamnet, 2020

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