Sublime

The mind is a wild liar and I don’t trust much in it that I find there.

You wouldn’t believe the latitude the law allows in America for a saloon owner to be killing miners, it’s wide. Maybe we were like memories of elsewhere. Maybe

‘This is Thomas,’ said Grace, without explanation. She stood close by the boy with the ease of long acquaintance, and seemed to Thomas they were in some way ranged against him – that it was possible to make out some connective tissue dissolving between himself and Grace, and re-forming between the other two.