It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road. The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. The people all saw her come because it was sundown. She had come back from the sodden and the bloated the sudden dead, their eyes flung wide open in judgment. Not the dead of sick and ailing with friends at the pillow and the feet. So the beginning of this was a woman and she had come back from burying the dead. Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. Excerpt from Their Eyes Were Watching God
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