25 NOV 05
A shadow broke the light under the door. Swift. Swift, and swiftly gone. "A taste for unified narrative." The ____ is wrong, the right wing wrong. Here she is as a little girl. "Did you ever see a bunny fly?"
"I wish I could recognize myself." Never saw it coming. "I can manage when the pressure is steady but as soon as it wavers, I flip." Yet another rinse. Four rinses? "If I have to ask, I do without."
Already wrong, because: it's not a story. "Basically, I'm talking about all those pictures." Can I help him? I don't believe dreams are blurry. That's a mistake people make. At the table, we try to sort out our questions, one more time.
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