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Continue reading →: NumbubblesShe counted silently along, measuring her breaths deliberately as she always did, watching them creep up and over the lip of the slender glass flute one or two or three at a time. At first they had come up foaming, all the individual bubbles pressed close together. Did that count…
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Continue reading →: There Was a Flower.One year after the last person walked down this street, a bloom followed a bud that followed a stalk. Under the ice that hadn’t melted in months, under the ice that must be four inches thick at least, there was undoubtedly a flower. I leaned my elbows on the sill…
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Continue reading →: Piercing-Sucking Mouth PartsMy mother is an entomologist, or rather a forest pathologist who has studied a lot about bugs and their parts and their functions. She says a lot of freaky space alien sounding things about her work, but really that’s just how bugs are built. My favorite thing she talks about…
Hello,
I’m Friday
…and I’m so glad you’re here! Welcome to a creepy care bear’s brain space. This is a silly place, a sad place, and a scary place. Welcome!
