That Eye (ATD quotation, no spoiler, honest)

[Monte Davis]

Two sentences of Midwest landscape:





























"Planted rows went turning past like giant spokes one by one as they ranged
the roads. The skies were interrupted by dark gray storm clouds with a flow
like molten stone, swept and liquid, and light that found its way through
them was lost in the dark fields but gathered shining along the pale road,
so that sometimes all you could see was the road, and the horizon it ran
to."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
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