I love you, and I love that dark bird you hold in your arms.

Hamlet with a cormorant under his arm married Ophelia.  She was still wet from drowning.  She looked like a white flower that had been left in the rain too long. "I love you," said Ophelia, "and I love that dark bird you hold in your arms."

excerpt from richard brautigan's trout fishing in america // capture btborchard // wardrobe instituteliberal

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