It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place, It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave her only little broken up molecules of it at a time. It stencilled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.
Cornell Woolrich
Black Angel
1943
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Wolfgang Suschitzky
London 1937
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