All the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur–
Edith Wharton, from a letter to W.M. Fullerton written c. March 1908 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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All the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur–
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