She's a woman. like a chameleon does, a woman quietly blends into all the parts of her life. Sometimes you can hardly tell she's there, she's so quiet going on about her business. Feed the baby. Muck the stables. Make soup from stones. Make a sheet into a dress. She doesn't count on destiny for anything. She knows it's her own hands, her own arms, her own thighs and breasts that have to do the work.
Source: That Summer in Sicily: A Love Story, Page: 34
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