"The winter came, and dragged right through, and went again. You knew it was winter because it was colder, and the skies when you saw them were nearly always covered over, and it got dark early. Those were the ways you had of knowing now. Those were the things prison couldn't hide from you. It could take everything else. It could take away your touch with life. It could stop you from seeing and hearing and feeling the pulse of the world. It could kill the inside of you. It could make you stay still when everything inside you was pushing you to get moving. It could make you move when everything inside you was tugging you to stay still."Kiss the Blood Off My Hands
By Gerald Butler
(Dell, 1946)
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