This hour of union with the old woman soothed her like music, like chords lightly touched in the evening, with the shadows closing and the moths brui… - Vita Sackville-West

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This hour of union with the old woman soothed her like music, like chords lightly touched in the evening, with the shadows closing and the moths bruising beyond an open window. She leaned against the old woman’s knee as a support, a prop, drowned, enfolded, in warmth, dimness, and soft harmonious sounds. The hurly-burly receded; the clangour was stilled…