It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure — Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
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It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure of longing, a measure of discontent, a measure of fatigue, a dash of bitterness, and pouf, there he stood.

— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
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