Pilgrimage 

Reading Dillard is nursing a shot of peaty single malt scotch.  Sip carefully, purposefully. Just enough to wet your tongue, whet your mind. Burns, burns as it goes down, steals your breath. You may never breathe again. Release the shot glass–stare at it, wonder if you can stand another pour. You see double. 

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