Finn
Dark and turgid as the Old Man in full spate, and as turgid with the dark shapes of things that won't stay dead. Haunted and delicately scribed like dawnmists on the levees. Read this and you will understand why Huck only slept well under under the open sky, why he could never breathe freely in any house, not really.
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