Sunday, June 25, 2006

Slipping Through the Air

Ferry ride.
Date: June 24, 2006

She had a most beautiful voice -- velvet -- and when she walked it was as if she slipped through the air, so that you could not take your eyes off her. Every now and again, for no reason, she liked to run along the corridors, toward who knows what, on those awful white carpets, she stopped being the shadow she was and ran, but only seldom, and in a way that some people, in those moments, when they saw her, were heard to whisper . . .

- Excerpted from 'Ocean Sea' by Alessandro Baricco

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