ext_845 ([identity profile] eileenlufkin.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] thuviaptarth 2008-04-26 07:07 pm (UTC)

He braces himself there with his hands on the sill, looking out at nothing a while, scrubby backlot pines that may even make a decent windbreak in thirty years. He breathes deep, breathes in the air coming down from the north cold and impossibly clean, like it's rushing down from some better world, some brighter country they can get to, if they just get in the car and drive.

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