The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Up to dinner yesterday I did not expect to come to Canton. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. FOREWORD Forever Fifteen was born of a dream I had in 2002, a dream that was part nightmare. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful.
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