“When in the distance the town clock tapped out its brief news — Ah, three o’clock, I thought involuntarily, and felt one or two grains of my spirit die.”
© Mary Oliver. (2004). Long life: essays and other writings. Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Press, p. 85. The sand dab is a small, bony, not very significant but well-put-together flatfish. image: umma.umaine.edu: not a sand dab, alas.