EIGHT
How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily
recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall
into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.

                                       ~William Faulkner, "As I Lay Dying"
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