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A tree stands there, accumulating deadwood, mute and rigid as an obelisk, but secretly it seethes; it splits, sucks, and stretches; it heaves up tons and hurls them out in a green, fringed fling.
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Annie Dillard
He had the vision of an owl in the besotted darkness of his mind. Having paused outside the door, he was already twisting the cap off his silver flask of bourbon. Jackson had concluded that Wilkes didn’t crave whiskey for its own sake; he drank it austerely, in measured swallows. Neither was the lawyer courting oblivion, like many other heavy drinkers. There seemed to be a massive fear behind his grip on the bottle. In the dark which he created for himself he found courage, and relief from demons.
All Heads Turn When the Hunt Goes By
John Farris
The champagne tickled the roof of my mouth—distant, dusty sparkle, bottled in a happier year when my mother was still alive.
The Goldfinch
Donna Tartt
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