Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature. — Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature. — Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature. — Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature. — Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature. — Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
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Perhaps the truth is that heavy literature blooms in extremes of temperature.

— Roy Blount Jr., Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion
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