But nothing is said of the closeness between two people: how they grew in the shade of each other's presence. No one speaks of that exchange of gift and character --- the way a person took on and recognized in himself the smile of a lover. Individuals are seen only in the context of these swirling social tides.
Michael OndaatjeAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: canadian
- Born: September 12, 1943
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