Sunday Sentence

The best sentence I’ve read this week, presented without commentary and out of context. 

I was thinking something of this sort: that deep red of her lips, if it were printed on me, kissed on me, would become a burning solidified blood that would brand itself into my flesh and leave a black seared brand shaped like the lips of a woman.

Louise Erdrich

The Round House 

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