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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

William Faulkner’s short story “Carcassonne”

And me on a buckskin ponywith eyes like blue electricity and a mane like tangled fire, galloping up the hill and right off into the high heaven of the world. His skeleton lay still. Perhaps it was thinking about this.

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