Goose Flight


  1. Peace is a fluid thing. It flows down and under where insanity burns itself off, and replaces it like les larmes de Marianne --the tears of Lady Liberty-- or the sudden peace left by a routed flock of geese, the same principle in little. Yes, I am old and tough enough to believe that.


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