JoelJosol Posted May 14, 2009 Share Posted May 14, 2009 He lies on the ground, fallen like a house collapsed by a great quake whose door was used for his makeshift bed, after clearing debris off him. The tremor was like a sprinter running past him, but his legs failed to deliver more, stumbling over the shaking earth. His friend later found him among the rows of the dead, found him curled, as if running away still. He was identified by these: white rubber shoes, jogging suit in red and blue, a Chinese textbook over his face. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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