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“Nije još mogla da objasni, čak ni sebi, san koji je usnila posle njihovog susreta u kantini. Gospode, zapanjila se kad su joj sutradan u glavi iskrsnuli odjeci tog sna. Nije bio seksualan; opio ju je daleko više, i bio je mnogo opasniji. Taj san ju je ispunio snažnom i neobjašnjivom čežnjom za dalekim mestima i vremenima, žudnjom za koju je mislila da ju je odavno prerasla, a kad se ujutru probudila i shvatila da mora živeti bez te čežnje, osetila se kao da joj je umro neko drag. Trudila se da izbaci iz glave taj san, njegove glade senke koje su odbijale da se rasplinu.”

Quote by Susanna Kearsley

Book:The Rose Garden
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The Rose Garden

The story unfolds within the serene setting of a rose garden, intertwining the lives of its inhabitants with the ever-changing seasons. It delves into the complexities of human emotions and the enduring beauty of nature. more

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Susanna Kearsley
Susanna Kearsley

Susanna Kearsley is a British historical fiction author known for her unique narrative style and deep understanding of history. Born in 1966, she has been writing since 1993 and has published numerous works. Kearsley's novels are typically set in 18th-century Britain, blending historical details with fictional plots, which have won her a wide readership. more

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