darker, see a shadow. fading more, slipping hands, dead bottom sleep. — Clarice Lispector, Near Wild Heart

Clarice Lispector Near to the Wild Heart

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It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart

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