are you looking for?quot;

    Luc me as if tion  preposterous t;Salt, man, salt.quot;

    I pointed to ttom s even  t of language, one migure of trail of salt. quot; Rains, It Pours,quot; I said, but to take my meaning. e loaded our rucksacks  tore by t door, a deflating departure, considering t reacil daybreak. t, as I er discover, o preserve meat and fis at time, I felt as if o port  filled h sand.

    er, Specks eyes . Sattered jersey sed ter over  of tled me, and I looked a, curled up tom, and bade me sit beside her.

    quot;tell me, O Great er, about your visit to t your misory.quot;

    quot;t muco say. e  to tore for salt. But I sale of milk.quot; I reaco my pocket and broug a soft, overripe pear. quot;I brougoo.quot;

    S t;tell me more.  else did you see? ;

    quot;Like I ting at time. epped into lampligimes several s once outside t;

    quot;Youve seen ser lig;

    quot;It is a strange ligraig is unreal and a bit scary.quot;

    quot;ts just a trick of your imagination. rite your impressions in your book.quot; Speck fingered ter. quot;Speaking of books, did you see t;

    quot;Library?quot;

    quot; see t;

    quot;I ten all about it.quot; But as alked, I could recall tacks of  men and intent aken me t;I used to go t me take  a paper card and signed my name on a slip at t;

    quot;You remember.quot;

    quot;But I dont remember e. I didnt e Aniday.quot;

    Sed it for soft spots. quot;Get me a knife, Aniday, and