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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 was inside a shell of anxious tension that I could positively smell, like a stale fog of nervous exhaustion.
The Golden Notebook
Doris Lessing
We puttered up the last few hundred yards, the road weaving among the great old-growth forest: hemlock, poplar, beech, white oak, all slashed with crimson and yellow and glowing in the headlights. Up here the cold wind ripped across the mountaintop and the trees creaked like a ship under full sail. Other than that there was no other sound. No music, no party voices. No other cars making their way up the mountain; nothing to suggest that anything lay behind those sentinel trees but wilderness.
Black Light
Elizabeth Hand
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