Thousand: Three Hundred Seventy-Nine

shoe which had been built on a golden wave under a sun pasted together from older suns that had begun to sputter in their particular skies so had been cut into strips, into corners and squares, which pieces were sorted into lighter and darker, warmer and chiller, then matched to make more suns, each for a realm specially designed by a dull clockmaker who was good at chance operations and indifferent diamond rooms. The man flipped through the cards that had come so far. What a fine beach covered with bones and thistles! What magestic ferns arching over plangent hotels