"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Lucy's Place of Worship
On a cold night like this one, Lucy worships at the Shrine of the Oil-Filled Heater, from in front of which she turns, momentarily, as if to say "What are you looking at?" Then later, she will curl under a quilt all night, dreaming of tropical sun.
On a cold night like this one, Lucy worships at the Shrine of the Oil-Filled Heater, from in front of which she turns, momentarily, as if to say "What are you looking at?" Then later, she will curl under a quilt all night, dreaming of tropical sun.
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