"You put up a tent to make a space you think you can deal with. You know the whole night's still out there - the land, the sky and every creeping thing - and you understand how thin the fabric is, what a pissy pretence you hold to, but with your tent blown open you feel more exposed than if you'd lain down on your mat beneath the stars. You can't see what's coming."
from Dirt Music by Tim Winton
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