...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)
February 03, 2005
Do you know the feeling: You applause not because "it" was good, you applause merely because it is over?
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