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Friday, December 05, 2014

Such blood (Bass)

The landscape gathered all men, across the ages, as the anguished, hungry, confused blood of man surged this way and that, sloshing around in the soft human vessels as if such blood no more belonged in them than a flock of wild birds, bright birds, would belong in a rusting wire cage.

Rick Bass, from All The Land To Hold Us

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