01/09/2026
Quote of the Day
She was oblivious of him and of all about her; and he somehow understood that all her senses and perceptions were projected towards the creatures in the pool; she had long ceased to be a watcher of the dance, she had become a participant. She was being 'otter', she was feeling the cool creamy surge on her own skin, the tang of the bursting bubbles, the hardness of water and the softness of air; she was smelling the sweet river-smell, seeing the dark darting underwater shapes and the bright scatter of spray, knowing the frenzy and the fury and the wild delight...
Taken from Midsummer Meadow by John Moore
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