She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances.
She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
'baignade interdite'. siri tollerød by camille vivier for numéro june/july 2008
2 comments:
"genius of sadness" . . .
never thought it could be expressed in
superlatives!
Woo, wonderfully described!
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