Hawthorns

For often have I wanted to see a person agan without discerning that it was simply because she reminded me of a hedge of hawthorns, and I have been induced to believe, to make someone else believe, in a revival of affection, by what was simply a desire to travel.

Marcel Proust In Search of Lost Time Vol. 1

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