• I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

    Barbara Kingsolver: I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.
    Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.13, Faber & Faber
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