"He kissed her on her splendid eyes; he grew into her young Maenad's body, his heart numbed deliciously against the pressure of her narrow breasts. She was as lithe and yielding to his sustaining hand as a willow rod – she was bird-swift, more elusive in repose than the dancing water-motes upon her face. He held her tightly lest she grow into the tree again, or be gone amid the wood like smoke."
-Look Homeward, Angel; Thomas Wolfe
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