Truman Capote Quotes
Preacher Was A Small Man, A Mite, And His Face Was A Million Wrinkles. Tufts Of Gray Wool Sprouted From His Bluish Skull And His Eyes Were Sorrowful. He Was So Bent That He Resembled A Rusty Sickle And His Skin Was The Yellow Of Superior Leather. As He Studied What Remained Of His Farm, His Hand Pestered His Chin Wisely But, To Tell The Truth, He Was Thinking Nothing.
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