Quote for Today: Michael Shea

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The wind that night made him feel his chronic longing. The wind, trying to stampede the trees, was roaring for a grand, universal departure to another solar system, a better deal, and the grass struggled to join the rootless giant of the air. All that lives strives to fly, to master time. All tribes of beings strain to rise in insurrection, all knowing their time is short, all, when the wind blows, wanting to climb aboard.
Michael Shea, “The Growlimb”, Best New Horror 16
Image: Slope Point  © Ben with CCLicense

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