Caution: You should have a brake already figured, like an unavoidable appointment, if you dont want you fingers to crazily move onto the next pages.
Most pieces are smaller than the introduction.
Recalling a time that repeats, a color more vibrant and extant in imagination, a townful gaping at gulleywasher, how lies start for one - these shorts make themselves known like electric pulses.
Days at the beach are all the same - Low Tide at four, Harriet Doerr
But the story my grandfather never told was his own - Good workers, John T Price
Its in a neighbour's house fiction begins - The Bend for Home, Dermot Healy
..when people are dead they dont read books. This I find unbearable. - Nearing 90, William Maxwell
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