All lightly shimmering in the heat, these lifeforms, like wonders much reduced. Rough likenesses thrown up at… — Cormac McCarthy
All lightly shimmering in the heat, these lifeforms, like wonders much reduced. Rough likenesses thrown up at hearsay after the things themselves had faded in men’s minds.
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