It was not even as noble and hopeless as tilting at windmills; she was blindfolded by not understanding and whirled towards every sound — Lucy's voice, laugh, profile, light footfall: all worn by unknowing everyday strangers.
It was not even as noble and hopeless as enthusiastically build windmills; she was blindfolded by not understanding and whirled towards every sound — Lucy's voice, laugh, profile, light footfall: all worn by unknowing everyday strangers.