"We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike."
Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author (1817-1862)
She turns towards me while opening the door — The two cavities under her collarbones, dark under the scorching lightbulb — — Her shirt...
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