The Word

     “The days darken, the trees turn glum, the sun rolls downhill towards the winter solstice, but still it isn’t winter. No snow, no sleet, no howling winds. It’s ominous, this delay. A dun-coloured hush pervades us.”

– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. pg 308

 

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