Friday, August 24, 2012

Daily Dose

From A Month of Sundays, by John Updike


"I overreach. Swing easy, I tell myself day after day. The days blend here. The sky at night is lilac. The Milky Way is a dragon. I no longer miss leaves. My indignation ebbs. My characters recede. I know you are praying for me, Ms. Prynne."

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