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Fern saw one of the palmettos along the side of the house keel over slowly like a stately lady in a faint and crash into the underbrush.

The days crept by, each tick of the big iron clock whittling down the moon, slice by slice, shaving it toward full dark

…pulled her up to face the sky and she could hear something coming from behind the stars.

“Clouds covered the stars. The moon shone through them, a crescent the color of old bone. The river slid by like a great silent snake. It was a night for curses.

“Where does the road to ruin start? That’s the point of getting all this down, I’m told. To get some handle on the choice you made. Or was made for you. By the bullies that curdled your hearts milk and honey, or the ones that went before and curdled theirs.”

Oh the way this book speaks in metaphors captivates me!