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Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Mud Words: November 16, 2015
She raised her glass to her lips. And drank. And listened. Words of one syllable sank down into the mud. She drowsed; she nodded. The mud became fertile. Words rose above the intolerably laden dumb oxen plodding through the mud. Words without meaning--wonderful words.
Between the Acts (144)