Monday, February 23, 2009

"All I had ever felt was gathered together around this woman. Nothing lay around loose in me any more but was finished up by her."
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"What happened?" the boy asked.

The old man's voice was high and clear: "Peace," he answered."

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"A tree. A rock. A cloud."

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