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At last, the face the firebird gave me fades and I see the face of my own mother and father and I see the face that is my own.
I have returned all I thought lost.
I have spent a lifetime being dead.
But in this moment I am alive forever.
        -Stefan Petrucha, 'Firebird and other stories'

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icicles and birthday clothes

Rainy Day Haiku.


Stories Of Despair And Delirium

                          Sin Eater.

                    The Bomb.

Know any good lamb and pie shops round here?

                A round robin of strangeness

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