A SENTENCE BY BARBARA KINGSOLVER

August 13, 2011

They always commenced bellowing in the first hour of dawn, just as the hem of the sky began to whiten.

Whitening hem. Good one. Writers of fiction throughout the ages have had to deal with dawn. Somebody, not me, should compile a whole sheaf of breaking dawn prose and nail it to the door of the post office in Turlock, California.

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