milk-streaked

Updated: July 24, 2025

Valerie looked round at him, and in his face, against its high background of milk-streaked blue, she saw the embodiment of his words; it was that, not the hyacinthine hills, not the beech-woods, not the heathery common, not even the dear cottage, that she could not bear to leave for good.

Anne Douglas Sedgwick - A Fountain Sealed