[. . . ] a morass of despair violence death with a thin layer of glass spread upon … - Janet Frame

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I had no intention of anyone ever finding out what I had done.

Janet Frame

[. . . ] a morass of despair violence death with a thin layer of glass spread upon the surface where Love, a tiny crab with pincers and rainbow shell, walked delicately ever sideways but getting nowhere, while the sun [. . . ] rose higher in the sky its tassels dropping with flame threatening every moment to melt the precarious highway of glass. And the people: giant pathworks of colour with limbs missing and parts of their mind snipped off to fit them into the outline of the free pattern.

Despair, Dropping, Flames, Glasses, Parts, Sky

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