"The reservation waits for no one. Acre by acre, it roars past history, forgiving and forgetting nothing. There are moments here which can explain your whole life. For instance, the beer can wedged between bars in the cattle guard predicts the next car wreck, but it also sounds like an ocean of betrayal if picked up and held to the ear."
(Sherman Alexie, The Summer of Black Widows)
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