“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of summer,
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips” – Violette Leduc
“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of summer,
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips” – Violette Leduc