The road to death is along march beset
with all evils, and the heart fails little by little
at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step,
the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and
to what end? The barriers sink one by one,
and no covering of the eyes shuts out
the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.
-Katherine Anne Porter-
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
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