Late afternoon Quote by Zelda Fitzgerald

““It’s very expressive of myself. I just lump everything into a great heap which I have labelled “the past” and, having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, I am ready to continue.’ They sat together in the pleasant gloom of late afternoon, staring at each other through the remains of the party; the silver glasses, the silver tray, the traces of many perfumes; they sat together watching the twilight flow through the calm living room that they were leaving like the clear cold current of a trout stream.””

Zelda Fitzgerald

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