Watching him closely after he paid for the books and took the package into his hands, I saw his pupils dilate the way a diner's do when food is broug… - Louise Erdrich

You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. It's invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where. (p190)

The pattern glitters with cruelty. The blue beads are colored with fish blood, the reds with powdered heart. The beads collect in borders of mercy. The yellows are dyed with the ocher of silence. There is no telling which twin will fall asleep first, allowing the other's colors to dominate, for how long. The design grows, the overlay deepens. The beaders have no other order at the heart of their being. Do you know that the beads are sewn onto the fabric of the earth with endless strands of human muscle, human sinew, human hair? We are as crucial to this making as other animals. No more and no less important than the deer.

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