She had so deep a kinship with the trees, so intuitive a sympathy with leaf and flower, that it seemed as if the blood in her veins was not slow-moving human blood, but volatile sap.
Related Authors: Mary Webb | Gone to Earth
Related Topics: animism, druidry, nature
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