unning the risk of crushing some small creeping thing, too small to be seen, going about its blameless life. The images jump into life and the seed in his head speaks for them. He said so. The other night.
Trees grew in lines between the fields: windbreaks. Not on our itinerary. ”“Maybe you’re finding it. But they feel vaguely cheated, unfulfilled.
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