Аннотация
For All You Have Left
— A Novel —
by
Laura Miller
To the Restorer of Hope
For all you have given
For all you have taken away
For all you have left
Man…cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.
— Friedrich NietzschePrologue
Only two things about that afternoon stick out to me — two things that I don’t think I’ll ever forget. One of those things is the smell the tires made after they had laid a jagged line of black rubber across the faded highway and into the ditch. There were tall wild flowers growing up every which way around me, but all I could think about was that bitter smell of burnt rubber. I remember a breath and then a moment where I think my mind was trying to catch up with my body. Then, there were muffled sounds and blurry images and panicked movements. But that smell was so distinct. Even now, just the thought of rubber pressed deep...
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