Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was permanent, the canyon deep. He could not get across it, back to himself. His last moments as himself had been spent casually-making a campfire, drinking coffee, saddling a horse."
( Larry McMurtry )
[ Lonesome Dove ]
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