“But I am cold. It is dark. Let me come into the house.” “There is a lamp on my table. And the house is in the book.” “So I will live in the house after all.” “You will follow the book, whose every page is an abyss where the wing shines with the name.” -Edmond […]
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behind this curtain
And now … drum roll, please … behind this curtain. That crescendo of percussive anticipation, signaling its climax so we can all gasp in unison. Wonders revealed! The cruise to the Bahamas, five days and six nights, the new car, a lifetime supply of dish soap. And yet inevitably disappointing compared to what could have been hiding […]