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174 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1975
That night was one of vast heat and discomfort: the rancid smell I had noticed on my first day in the cottage oozed from the furniture as if the heat were rendering from the stuffing of the cushions some foul grease no scrubbing brush could touch; my sleeping bag was sticky and intolerable, and no amount of force would move the windows, I lay for hours in an exhausted doze poisoned by nightmares and incoherent, half-conscious fantasies.
Sad six o'clock light, strained through gaps in the torn chain link fencing.
Eidetic images of ghosts flit on this wind: women weeping weave shrouds at ebbtide; famine-children wail to old men at twilight.