A hawk, colored pink by a rising sun, circles a still-grumpy sky that reluctantly gives up its clouds to southern winds.
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TagsA Death in The Family At Swim Two Birds Barthes BASS Black Swan Green Blindness BLOGGING Borges Calvino Clockwork Orange Confrontation Consolation of Philosophy Cormac McCarthy DeLillo EDUCATION Faulkner Flatland Geronimo Sandoval Glimmer Train Henderson The Rain King if on a winter's night a traveler Ishiguro Jamestown Kundera Life of Pi LITERATURE Margaret Atwood Marquez Master and Margarita Munro Murakami Peter Taylor Plato Ploughshares POETRY provinces of night REALITY St. Augustine Steinbeck Suttree The Unbearable Lightness of Being Tropic of Cancer Updike William Gay WRITING
"I will breakfast from the cupboard where uneaten dreams are kept"
"I foresee the successful future of a very mediocre society."