"The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. The had never ben closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via durbervillehardy)
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