Schlagwort-Archive: O’Neill

She slept even in the ocean. (p. 296)

A small anchor fixed the boat to the bed of the cove. I lay on my side and closed my eyes. The rocking of the boat by the wayes was soothing but unknown. The men on the shore were asleeep. … Weiterlesen →

[…] and it may be thanks to her that I naturallly associate love with a house fallen into silence.