what is it that moves

“This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell.They become half her world…

She brushed her hand over its skin. A scurry in her mind like a mouse in the ceiling, a moth on the night window.

note: Quotations from the English Patient by Michael Ondaatje

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