Isaac Marion
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He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and he no longer understands the feelings he felt in that strange moment on the overpass. But he did feel them. They did happen. They rest on the murky seabed of his mind, buried under sand and silt and miles of grey waves. Patient seeds waiting for light. ✨ Isaac Marion (2016). Warm Bodies and The New Hunger: A Special 5th Anniversary Edition, p.381, Simon and Schuster

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