Quote by Dorothea Lasky Download Open image ““I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal which in bright red flew out the window. ”” — Dorothea Lasky ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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