Her dream was the kind that lingered, coloring the whole morning. Bits of it rose like dust from her pillows when she plumped them – a sense of travel, a sense of longing.
Back When We Were Grownups – Anne Tyler, pg. 29
Her dream was the kind that lingered…
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