Zabrinut

You ever see a house burning up in the night, way to hell and gone out there on the plains? (...) The year I lived in that junk trailer in the Crazy Woman Creek drainage I thought Josanna Stiles was like that, the house on fire in the night that you could only watch. The reason for it seemed to be the strung-out, buzzed country and the little running grass fires of the heart, the kind that usually die out on their own but in some people soar into uncontrollable conflagration.

Annie Proulx, "A Lonely Coast"

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