by Jordan Dotson | Jun 19, 2014 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths. …from The Inheritance of Loss, by Kiran Desai, which is sublime despite the awful title. by Jordan Dotson | May 3, 2011 | Things I wish I'd written
He enjoyed the walk to Cho Oyu and experienced a refreshing and simple happiness, although it took him two hours uphill, from Bong Busti where he lived, the light shining through thick bamboo in starry, jumping chinks, imparting the feeling of liquid shimmering....