Thought Trafficking


The world, in its cold way
June 20, 2009, 4:36 am
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It was a Saturday night, the sky overhead was clear of any cloud, the stars as clean and bright as if they were no more distant than the next barbed-wire fence post standing up above the barrow ditch running beside the narrow blacktop highway, everything all around him distinct and unhidden. He loved how it all looked, except he would never have said it in that way. He might have said that this was just how it was supposed to look, out on the high plains at the end of winter, on a clear fresh night.

-Kent Haruf, Eventide

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