Sunday, March 25, 2012

It just exists

     "So I get up. Six fifteen. Lyra leaves her place beside the stove and goes to the kitchen door to wait. She turns her head and looks at me, and there is a trusfulness in that look I probably do not deserve. But maybe that is not the point, to deserve it or not, perhaps it just exists, that trust, disconnected from who you are and what you have done, and is not to be measured in any way."

     Petterson P. Out Stealing Horses. Picador, NY, 2005.

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