Thursday, 28 January 2016

Clung to the Darkness

                ..... the rich valley rested undisturbed, darkly, luxuriously. Like some benevolent giant resting until the last possible moment for the day's prodigious labors. It clung to the darkness; and the dim lights of the train stood back against the night, satisfied with their own dominion. The long station platform was a brown field of plank, harrowed with age and drought and rain.

Jim Thompson
Heed the Thunder

Jim Thompson circa 1940s

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