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"He came back upriver rowing slowly, the fish struggling in a thin gray bilge in the floor of the boat, their soft barbels fingering with dull wonder the slimed boards and their backs where they bowed into the sunlight already bleached a bloodless pale. The brass oarlocks creaked in their blocks and the riverwater curled from the bowplanks with a viscid quality and lay behind the skiff in a wake like plowed mire"
— Jul 03, 2025 11:05AM
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"He went solitary and starlit through the sleepfast countryside, trotting soundlessly on his soft-worn shoes, past dead houses and dark land with the odour of ripe and humid fruits breathing in the fields and nightbirds crying in the keep of enormous birds."
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"Through the midnight emptiness the few sounds carry with amphoric hollow and the city in its quietude seems to lie under edict. The buildings lean upon the dim and muted corridors where the watchman's heels click away the minutes"
— Nov 28, 2025 10:46AM
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"Night sounds and laughter drifted from the yellow shacks beyond the railspur and the river spooled past highbacked and hissing in the dark at his feet like the seething of sand in a glass, wind in a desert, the slow voice of ruin."
— Nov 25, 2025 12:41PM
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"The uncle came through the door, looking about, hesitant. He stopped in the center of the room, arrested in the quadrate bar of dusty light davited between the window and its skewed replica on the far wall, a barren countenance cruelly lit, eyes watery and half closed with their slack pendules of flesh hanging down his cheeks. His hands moved slightly with the wooden smile he managed. Hey boy, he said."
— Aug 27, 2025 09:53AM
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"When he reached the houseboat he shipped the oars and the skiff slewed to a stall and settled ponderously against the tire-casings nailed there. He swung himself up with the rope in one hand and made fast. The skiff bobbed and slid heavily and the bilgewater surged. The fish sculled sluggishly. Suttree stretched and rubbed his back and eyed the sun."
— Aug 20, 2025 10:39AM
