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Past our corner of the meat yard the town began, or ended, in a blasted heap of storefronts leaning on each other to face a million miles of Texas rushing straight at them over the mindless, moundless plain.
There had been intimacies between them—wordless, just slightly clumsy—like a wayward vehicle out of control on a steep slope, and no one at the wheel.
Mudwoman
Joyce Carol Oates
“I dare not see the inside of that armor again,” said the Prince. “I rode in it as in a movable dungeon, and it stinks of magic and slavery.
A Year With Aslan
C. S. Lewis
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