"Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you make the whole trip that way."
E.L. Doctorow, writer (b. 1931)
Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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