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Vladimir Nabokov Quotes

She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With Such Cries In The Past; An Echo On The Brink Of A Russet Ravine, With A Far Wood Under A White Sky, And Brown Leaves Choking The Brook, And One Last Cricket In The Crisp Weeds.

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

Vladimir Nabokov Quotes: She Was Only The Faint Violet Whiff And Dead Leaf Echo Of The Nymphet I Had Rolled Myself Upon With

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