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palimpsest / thickets / hertfordshire

1/5/2018

 
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'Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread.
Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again.
They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow,
their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them.'

​McCarthy

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