They defy assessment, if you let them, she said. I had
no choice.
That is totally wild, Ifigenia. I think you are brave, clear as the
liquid of truth.
But it is night.
Shall we?
Come look, and then say. I just happened to pass by. You know how it is.
The will to impose. Crumbs of crackers collecting in your shirt. Bells
ringing. The Dome echo. A giant music box. Calling in mist. Calling in cold.
Calling.
Life on the rails. Ears throbbing. From tiredness. From too many
politely empty observations. From too much waiting.
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