What do you want me to do?" he whispers into the empty air.
It's hard to know.
From habit he lifts his watch; it shows him its blank face.
Zero hour, Snowman thinks. Time to go.
It's hard to know.
From habit he lifts his watch; it shows him its blank face.
Zero hour, Snowman thinks. Time to go.
( Margaret Atwood )
[ Oryx and Crake ]
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