Friday, June 07, 2013

First Paragraph

I wasn't doing any work that day, just catching up on my foot-dangling. A warm gusty breeze was blowing in at the office window and the soot from the Mansion House Hotel oil burners across the alley was rolling across the glass top of my desk in tiny particles, like pollen drifting over an vacant lot.

- From Goldfish by Raymond Chandler

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