\"The way they smell,\" said Michelle. As she talked she made weak little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. ” “You like me?” “Yes. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter.
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