The heart-string, she though--what is the heart-string? Tears came into her eyes. She touched the stone, pressing it firmly into it hole. Kneeling, she kissed it. Then she hurried to the rock and kissed it. Then, after caressing the mysterious messages of its criss-cross cracks, not looking back, she ran quickly out of the dell and onto the open hillside.
Iris Murdoch
The Green Knight
Like spiders: putting things back together.
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