...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
November 19, 2004
idag gik det pludselig op for mig, at jeg har mødt en længe savnet ven. af flere hundrdetusinde hits var det tætteste jeg kunne komme på noget officelt.
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