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Prose fresh and bracing as cool high mountain stream water.

"I told the boys I had a touch of thrombophlebitis, blood clots in the veins of my feet, and was afraid about tomorrow's climb, not that it would hobble me but would get worse when we came down. Morley said "Is thrombophlebitis a peculiar rhythm for piss?" Or I'd say something about Westerners and he'd say, "I'm a dumb Westerner... look what preconceptions have done to England."

"You're crazy, Morley."

Fucking awesome poetry, drenched in boozola. Remdns me of someone, maybe Kim the Addonzio. She's tight, simple and flex as a highball. The lady knows how to tell everyone's secrets...

A stirring captivating read.

"Maybe there were a lot of words for it. Counterfeit. Bitch. Annie was a lot of things and, if all of them, then not really any of them, not completely. Who was that Annie that sniffed him for a carrot, touched his lips with hers, kissed the air when he scratched her withers? That was in there too. Like any complex being, she could be very different depending on the context. How essentially anything were any of us?"