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Through the glass walls of the buildings, a windy, feverishly pink, disturbing sunset. I’ve turned my chair so the pink won’t get in my eyes and leafed through these notes. I see: again, I’ve forgotten that I’m not writing all this for myself but for you, unknown...
Courting The Wild Twin
Stop Saying That the Earth Is Doomed You may be doomed, I may be doomed, the earth not so much. And anyway, do you have any idea how offensive that is to the gods? To any amount of offended magics? Especially to your children? To the perpetual and ongoing miraculous?...
All Fours
Her mood was a little off when I arrived. Or, not off (who was I to judge?), just unfamiliar. She took a long time hanging up my coat. “Are you okay?” But she didn’t do well with direct questions like that. As per our ritual we immediately went grocery...