From the dusk of the hallway, we stepped at once into the brightness of the day. The passersby, bathed in melting gold, their eyes half-closed against the glare, as if they were drenched in honey. Upper lips drawn back, exposing the teeth. Everyone in this gold day wore the grimace of heat-as if the sun had forced his worshipers to wear identical masks of gold.
— Jul 17, 2012 04:57PM
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