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“With words spent, sensing Lizzie trailing behind my horse, I heeled for speed, passing beyond the mules and my brothers, hoping they wouldn’t see my unmanly tears. I flew past them before the drops hit the ground, hoping, for a moment longer, to delay wet wings, grounding us, drowning us in swaths of inevitable rain.”
― Yellow Bird's Song
― Yellow Bird's Song
“The constant clack of train wheels over the steel track was enough to lull anyone to sleep. When I looked up from rereading Papa’s journal, passengers slept with their heads bent back against neighboring bench seats. In such momentary quiet, looking out train windows, I unwound the landscape. Along the plains, taupe fields planted deep with wheat seamed the green forest beyond. Across Kentucky, acres of bluegrass and waxy leaves of green corn touched an azure horizon. In Virginia, the Appalachian valleys blurred gray, as if they still hid widows and orphans wearing mourning cloaks after enduring five years of civil war.”
― Yellow Bird's Song
― Yellow Bird's Song
“Four-eyed Beatty was one of my typesetters, still a juniper in the news, not yet knee-high to a lamb, skinny as a barber’s cat, with his clergyman’s collar buttoned to the top and his suspenders pulling his pants too short. The young man was plum stuck between hay and grass. He’d never jump the broom and find a piece of calico shorter than him. But I didn’t hire him for his stature. The young man wrote better than a hickory above a persimmon, but talked as though he were translating Latin.”
― Yellow Bird's Song
― Yellow Bird's Song
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