A fragment of summer (quote from Paul Murray’s novel ‘Skippy Dies’)

But Skippy doesn’t hear him. Looking through the telescope, he is watching the frisbee girl again as she runs back and forth over the gravel, jumping and twisting mid-air, upstretching her arm to catch the disc and spinning it off again before her feet even touch the ground, laughing as she scoops strands of dark hair out of her mouth . . . She seems so much brighter than everything around her, a fragment of summer that’s somehow found its way into October; at the same time, she makes everything around her brighter too β€” she makes it all fit together somehow, like in a musical where someone bursts into song and everyone else starts singing as well…

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