![Northern rains like black tendrils of lamp black in the night, shivering mountains from some darker world, and tufts of blue fire reflected in gun steel. Mad jackhares communing with the scattered dead. The desert wind will salt their ruins and there will be nothing, nor ghost nor scribe, to tell any pilgrim in his passing how it was that people had lived in this place and in this place died.
[ conflation of passages from Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian ]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxa9409Ije1qzrkblo1_500.jpg)
Northern rains like black tendrils of lamp black in the night, shivering mountains from some darker world, and tufts of blue fire reflected in gun steel. Mad jackhares communing with the scattered dead. The desert wind will salt their ruins and there will be nothing, nor ghost nor scribe, to tell any pilgrim in his passing how it was that people had lived in this place and in this place died.
[ conflation of passages from Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian ]
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