I’ve always wanted to know the truth, that slippery, unknowable trickster, about myself for starters, and the past, and the stars—how can light a billion miles away look like a jeweled piece of fruit you might pluck from the night sky? |
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What a gorgeous line from that piece. Thanks for posting, Roger.
Booklist just gave Tell the Wolves I'm Home a lovely starred review, so I'm a big fan!