'She laughed a little in the morning air, then became again very still. "The swallows are cruising about now," she said. "What," she said after a moment, "do you think of this paradise that they talk about? Is it anywhere, really? There we two shall walk again into this house, and the paradise-winds shall lift the curtains a little. There it is spring, and the swallows are back, and everything is forgiven."
– The Dreamers, Karen Blixen
























