Sunday, December 30, 2018
First Lines: M. John Harrison - The Course of the Heart
When I was a tiny boy, I often sat motionless in the garden, bathed in sunshine, hands flat on the rough brick of the garden path, waiting with a prolonged, almost painful expectation for whatever would happen, whatever event was contained by that moment, whatever revelation lay dormant in it.
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