Sunday, January 30, 2011

Thousand: Two Hundred Seventy-One

the house is immaterial, you taught me that. If you’ve got to have it renovated so you can really live in it, so you can call it home, that’s what you’ve got to do. We are all made in God’s image, you know, but do we all look the same? I wanted to ask if she approved, not of the body adjustment, but of the baring of it all. She probably saw it in my face, for she smiled and kissed me softly and fluttered her eyelashes and swept away. That was the day before the comet slammed Saturn, and

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