An idea ran backward and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.
—F. Scott
Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed...
—Tim Willocks
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