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A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the si...more

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This ferry was taken over by the Yumas and operated for them by a man named Callaghan, but within days it was burned and Callaghan's headless body flo...more

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Life is a memory, then it is nothing. All law is writ in a seed.

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Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct, in the steady whine of gnats and nightbugs

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The dead boy in his arms hung with his head back and those partly opened eyes beheld nothing at all out of that passing landscape of street or wall or...more

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You know we talked about where people go when they die. I just believe you go someplace and I seen her layin there and I thought maybe she wouldn't go...more

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In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.

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Harrogate saw them going along Blount Avenue Sunday morning. They wore outfits all cut from the same bolt of cloth and in the church pew standing six ...more

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A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves.No matter even if it kills him?I think so. Yes. No matter what.

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Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleepin...more

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In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the d...more

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Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a bad way. All his life he carr...more

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They began to come upon chains and packsaddles, singletrees, dead mules, wagons. Saddletrees eaten bare of their rawhide coverings and weathered white...more

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It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the stands he'd made against them, laid up in a sa...more

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Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already...more