"The sweet peas continued
to arrive morning, noon
and night. Pierre loved,
loved, loved sweet peas,
and for the rest of her life
their scent become synonymous
with the pursuit of love.
The man with the dancing
eyes sketched her sleeping.
Then kissed her eyes till she
woke, whispering fervent
promises that skittered into her
half-awake ears like a dream."
Sophie Dahl
The Man With Dancing Eyes
Many many thanks to PeaceSweetPeas for the book, and for knowing me so well!
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