by Richard Brautigan
““Oh, how perfect death computes an orange wind that glows from your footsteps and you stop to die in an orchard where the harvest fills the stars.”
“Oh, how perfect death computes an orange wind that glows from your footsteps and you stop to die in an orchard where the harvest fills the stars.”
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Four Seasons Foundation, Distributed by City Lights Books
ISBN 10: 4400695622