falling through feathers

And on the other line I heard a voice that might or might not have been him; a man's voice, not a boy's, surrounded by eighteen years of silence. But when he said, "Hey, little Ell," - the thing he always said to me - I felt a sensation upon my skin as if I were falling through feathers.

Fra side 181 i When God Was a Rabbit av Sarah Winman.


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