Still amazing to me, the rapture and pull of reverie, Heat-Moon invokes the ancient voices of America, while it was yet a babel of mariners, ministers, miners, muleteers, matrons, maids and mavens. He weaves together its prophet poets and its great waves of immigrants, slaves and natives. Shaped in the cauldron of emerging nationhood we are all here, always arriving together.
— Nov 17, 2016 11:58PM
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