AKA Abraham Bacoln

From The Crossing:

He looked up. His pale hair looked white. He looked fourteen going on some age that never was. He looked as if he’d been sitting there and God had made the trees and rocks around him. He looked like his own reincarnation and then his own again. Above all else he looked to be filled with a terrible sadness. As if he harbored news of some horrendous loss that no one else had heard of yet. Some vast tragedy not of fact or incident or event but of the way the world was.

Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors.

Comment by Trey Piepmeier November 3, 2008 @ 11:52 am

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