He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once.
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