They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side…He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase. —

A.S. Byatt, Possession (via mabelmoments)

“…a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.”

Lovely.

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