The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment — Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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The small wad of burning paper drew down to a wisp of flame and then died out leaving a faint pattern for just a moment in the incandescence like the shape of a flower, a molten rose. Then all was dark again.

— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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