You know when sometimes you read a sentence and it just makes you smile and you're glad there are people out there writing, because their doing so sustains you and makes you feel connected to them and everyone else and happy to be alive?
Just read this one, from one of my brother's novels (Melvin is the bass player in a jazz band):
"Next, Melvin. Black hat down over his eyes, lowdown like a sunset, all you could see was the smoke rising from a glow somewhere down in his dark horizon."
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No, thank you. Keeping the cars close tonight.
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