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“No right way to be free. That's why it's called free. You make all the right and wrong with it as you want. Just be mindful how much of each.”
― Phillip B. Williams, Ours

“In Ours, the grass that grows is sharp. It gleams at its edges, such that when the buttery light of spring falls into it, the light cries out and yellow pours slowly over the earth.”
― Phillip B. Williams, Ours

“When the house braced itself against the weather outside, the ceiling sang as though the cold air entering the room had entered a lung and shocked it into troublesome life.”
― Phillip B. Williams, Ours

“…while stars poked holes in the sky’s dark argument, until the sun, engorged with the force of spring’s slow approach, annihilated all difference.”
― Phillip B. Williams, Ours

“He can reflect all he wants but will not be able to pilot that flash of inspiration into the harbor of his memory. It has gone adrift and shimmers on the horizon of his imagination.”
― Donald Niedekker, Strange and Perfect Account from the Permafrost