Posts Tagged: end of day
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George Saunders – Escape from Spiderhead
“Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day’s end. They were manifesting as the earth’s bright colored nerve endings, the sun’s descent urging them into activity, filling them
/ fiction
George Saunders – Escape from Spiderhead
“Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day’s end. They were manifesting as the earth’s bright colored nerve endings, the sun’s descent urging them into activity, filling them
view from a burrow 