Friday, November 18, 2011

lyra silvertongue

Under the shadow of her arm, she opened her eyes and came properly awake.

She didn't move for some time, because her arms and legs were so sore, 
and every part of her body felt limp with weariness;

but still she was awake, and she felt the little breeze and the sun's warmth,

and she heard the little insect scrapings and the bell song of that bird high above.

It was all good. She had forgotten how good the world was.

-Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

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