Table of Contents | 5 July 2010
But sometimes he longed to / Peel back the perfect fibreglass skin / To unplug Miranda and leave her
The story of the Red Bride is a slave's tale in slave speech, which I do not generally hold in my head around humans lest my face betray me, so I must shift words around from one meaning to another like stones on a reckoning-board, each stone taking meaning from a square where another stone was a moment before.
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