His heart

“His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.”
– Quote from “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall,” by Anne Brontë, 1848

Art by Edgar Ende.

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