Early November. It's nine o'clock. The titmice are banging against the window. Sometimes they fly dizzily off after the impact, other times they fall and lie struggling in the new snow until they can take off again. I don't know what they want that I have.
- Per Petterson, from Out Stealing Horses.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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