“...a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.” — Fernand Dumont Copy Share Image
“When a small night-lamp alone illuminated our love-making, it became a very small, circular room which silently passed through nights humming with stars.” — Fernand Dumont Copy Share Image
“...a woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.” — Fernand Dumont Copy Share Image
