A SENTENCE BY JOHN DOS PASSOS

July 9, 2011

Chrisfield’s eyes were fixed on the leaves at the tops of the walnut trees, etched like metal against the bright colorless sky, edged with flicks and fringes of gold where the sunlight struck them.

from THREE SOLDIERS or, as I like to call it, ONE SOLDIER AND A LITTLE ABOUT TWO OTHER GUYS

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