There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto. — Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
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There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.

— Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
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