...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)
September 03, 2008
his longings and thrives cut off at the achilles and the problem, the past tense: the anecdotes sneaks in and aways the realm.
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