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No matter what I'm reading, or where, I keep hoping to find a perfect sentence, something brief, entire, and completely spinning within the stalk of itself, with no reference to any character, so it doesn't need a context, but rolls like a marble in a vacuum tube, a marble as beautiful as those clear ones with green and blue ribbons inside I used to knuckle at the edge of a circle in dirt.
-Bill Mohr, "The Geography of Reading"
-Bill Mohr, "The Geography of Reading"