Tuesday, March 8, 2011


"She was careful and muddled and dreaming and lovely.  And though she would move with her family one winter to the forests and slate-blue skies of the Pacific Northwest, and I would not see her again, for a long time I believed in my sleep that I was still living in those months and years, awakening with the thought that she'd be waiting..." (Kevin Brockmeier, Things That Fall from the Sky).

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