But that mimosa grove – the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since.

 

Mimosa 1

Mimosa 2 Mimosa 3 Mimosa 4 Mimosa 5 Mimosa 6 Mimosa 7

Mimosa 8

Mimosa 9Mimosa 10

This then is my story. I have reread it. It has bits of marrow sticking to it, and blood, and beautiful bright-green flies. At this or that twist of it I feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than I care to probe. 

Vladimir Nabokov

 

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