“It hadn't changed. To grasp that constancy was the point of roaming, room by room, through the cottage. And once we'd been assured of that indelible sameness, the unpacking could begin. Off went the remaining white sheets covering beds and… — Elizabeth Poliner Copy Share Image
The rocks, to a great extent, look swept clean. It's a much cleaner surface than what we had a right to hope for. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
