Thursday, May 30, 2013

Les Flamboyants

“As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. The color of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’

She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.” 

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

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