And the bats were out too: ragged patches of silent blackness against the deep night-purple star-bespattered sky.
And that's why Neil Gaiman is a writer. And an amazing one. I just wish I could explain something so simple in such a beautiful way. ♥
From his journal entry
here
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Maybe it's his voice. I can so often hear his speaking voice when I read his blog.
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