This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide — Wendell Berry, Fidelity
This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide — Wendell Berry, Fidelity
This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide — Wendell Berry, Fidelity
This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide — Wendell Berry, Fidelity
This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide — Wendell Berry, Fidelity
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This is the man who will be my grandfather—the man who will be the man who was my grandfather. The tenses slur and slide under the pressure of collapsed time.

— Wendell Berry, Fidelity
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