The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via silverslipper)
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Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas.
Oh my.
