Nick’s Reviews > On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous > Status Update

"The grass all around her is flattened, as if god had pressed his hand there, reserving a space for an eighth day. It's a beautiful country, she's been told, depending on who you are.
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It's not a god -- of course not -- but a helicopter, a Huey, another lord whose wind's so heavy that, a few feet away, a lint-grey warbler trashes in the high grass, unable to correct herself."