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From William Faulkner:

February 3, 2014

“She stood in the gleaming and still dripping slicker, looking quietly down at him from under the sodden hat.

‘ Old man,’ she said, ‘have you lived so long and forgotten so much that you dont remember anything you ever knew or felt or even heard about love?’

Then she was gone too. The waft of light and the murmur of the constant rain flowed into the tent and then out again as the flap fell.”

– Gown Down, Moses (“Delta Autumn”)

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