Ann Patchett Quotes

Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own

Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement. (Ann Patchett)

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Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.
Ann Patchett Quotes: Running, the music flew into him, became the wind that pushed back his hair and the slap of his own feet on the pavement.