• What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin

    Doug Dorst
  • What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin. Words are a gift to the dead and a warning to the living

    Doug Dorst
  • Something about her in this moment strikes him as being familiar. The motion of her arm? The shape of her hand? The wrinkle of her upper lip? He does not know. Nor does he have any way to tell whether what he is sensing is a fragment of memory, a fragment of an idea of a memory, or something his mind, desperate for connections, has created on its own

    Doug Dorst
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