Sunday, November 4, 2012

Green Coffin Ink Project; Alexa Skotty

"Early one morning, his body was found in a little cave in the cliffs to the west of the port. On his face was the grimace typical of those who have frozen to death, his open eyes stared eastward, toward the mouth of the straits and the horizon where the masts of those old wandering ships-" (pg. 99)

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