Margaret Atwood Quote

It was love, after all,that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks,crippled their fingers,snarled their hair, brown or dull gold.Hate would merely have smashed them.

Margaret Atwood

It was love, after all,that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks,crippled their fingers,snarled their hair, brown or dull gold.Hate would merely have smashed them.

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