"It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one lent to inanimate things: trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in the sense were one; felt the irrational tenderness thus, she looked at that long steady light, as for oneself."
"It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one lent to inanimate things: trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in the sense were one; felt the irrational tenderness thus, she looked at that long steady light, as for oneself."