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Dreadful Beauty
‘The Hours’ by Michael Cunningham
'"We can make it comfortable, but this is the bird’s
time to die, we can’t change that.”
Angelica takes one of the yellow roses they’ve picked
and places it, carefully along the edge of the grass mound.
She adds another and another until she has created a rough circle
of rosebuds, thorny stems, and leaves. “That’s nice”
she says, and surprisingly, it is. Virginia looks with unanticipated
pleasure at this modest circlet of thorns, and flowers; this
wild deathbed. She would like to lie down on it herself.' |
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