Monday, September 26, 2011

Thousand: Five Hundred Thirteen

new clothes for the soul. The young woman lowers the tea bag into a pot, adds the water, and puts on the lid. The label hangs down the side. She looks at it more closely. There’s a symbol on it she’s never seen before. A logo? It’s not Chinese or Korean or Thai. A fanciful rune? Is it supposed to represent something? An animal. If it’s an animal. A plant. A fungus. An alien from outer space. A motif from an oriental rug. She shrugs and looks out the kitchen window. There are flying saucers skimming the flat undersides of

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