There was nothing in common, in the way he was lying, with any of the positions I had seen him in while he was alive, until I remembered the pose by … - James Dickey

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There was nothing in common, in the way he was lying, with any of the positions I had seen him in while he was alive, until I remembered the pose by the river in which I had most wanted to kill him. He now had that same relaxed, enjoying look of belonging anywhere he happened to be, and particularly in the woods.