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Now my beautiful farmhouse and converted barn seemed bleak and lonely.
I imagined myself blundering from one structure to the other, mad and disheveled, with a relentless Brontëan wind as my only companion. Why would I want to grow old there?
— Jun 26, 2021 09:09PM
I imagined myself blundering from one structure to the other, mad and disheveled, with a relentless Brontëan wind as my only companion. Why would I want to grow old there?
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He was frighteningly thin and small and reminded me of skeletons of prehistoric people, reassembled on lab tables; there was a certain "this skull goes with this collar bone" unity about him, although the final effect was not exactly a person.
— Jun 26, 2021 09:06PM
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On the way in, he'd noticed a large contingent of backpacking American girls, all long hair, shorts, and direct gazes, and he was in a hurry to buy them all some drinks lest they evaporate, unmolested, into the fog.
— Jun 26, 2021 09:04PM
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"We are young men. There's no reason to sit with a salad as if we are waiting for death."
— Jun 26, 2021 09:03PM
