Sometimes when you’re not thinking what you think most common goes beyond everything you’ve ever known, like dreams that are of another language, like the great sadnesses that go on and on although you know there is nothing left to suffer.
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We reached the car, and I held the door open for him, but he didn't climb in right away. He stood there rocking on his crutch, gazing off at the sky and the fields and the fall trees starting to go the color of sherbet