I was listening to muted whispers of nothing sensible, and I looked up and saw you awake reading this. Naked bodies floated towards a nearby window calling to each other. Meanwhile, she hid her face but kept her crooked thumbs visible, touching a great cat hypnotized by falling pine-cones.
'personal annals and phenomena'
I was listening to muted whispers of nothing sensible, and I looked up and saw you awake reading this. Naked bodies floated towards a nearby window calling to each other. Meanwhile, she hid her face but kept her crooked thumbs visible, touching a great cat hypnotized by falling pine-cones.
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I think the only plausible explanation for her shambling transience would be a supernova. Because while she is still brightening an irresistibly comic expression would form on her face and no one could make head or tail of it.
The things she threw down were odd, and there were far, far more of them than I’d ever imagined. Her attachment to supplicants was expected, but she never allowed anyone to touch the loose drift of leaves packed inside her blouse.
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