Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the fun-fire faraway songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairytales: lie down my heart among the igloo flowers of snow.
Truman CapoteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: September 30, 1924
- Died: August 25, 1984
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