From Vanishing Monuments:
When the doctor calls I'm standing in the kitchen in my little house in Minneapolis, drinking the microwav'd ends of this morning's coffee, and as soon as the doctor says the words about Hedwig Baum—about Mother—the girl who runs away comes back into my bones.
When the doctor calls I'm standing in the kitchen in my little house in Minneapolis, drinking the microwav'd ends of this morning's coffee, and as soon as the doctor says the words about Hedwig Baum—about Mother—the girl who runs away comes back into my bones.
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Imagine something like an angel kneeling on the moon, planting seeds. It has travelled across the void to us. Call it a Gardener
Imagine something like an angel kneeling on the moon, planting seeds. It has travelled across the void to us. Call it a Gardener
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