I read my first Alice Munro story over the weekend. It was about time I went and saw what all the Nobel fuss was about.

There will be more on her work later, but, for now, I had to share a phrase that I hope will come back to me at the right time and right place in my own writing.

Also, I want to be a thing, anything, that slithers, or perhaps glides, like a white eel.

Read Santa Marta 2013

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