hepburny:Minute by minute, the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees. She stood up
hepburny:Minute by minute, the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees. She stood up, and stumbling over the phonograph, was momentarily against him leaning into the hollow of his rounded shoulder. —F. Scott Fitzgerald ( Tender is the Night, 1934 ) -- source link
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