Vicki Ziegler<p>"Sometimes the fragment of landscape thus transported into the present will detach itself in such isolation from all associations that it floats uncertainly in my mind like a flowering Delos, and I am unable to say from what place, from what time - perhaps, quite simply, from what dream - it comes."</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/SundaySentence" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>SundaySentence</span></a> from Swann's Way by Marcel Proust <a href="https://tinyurl.com/y6ymmmue" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">tinyurl.com/y6ymmmue</span><span class="invisible"></span></a></p>