The Little Man in the Fire Hates Me
Issue #95
Winter 2004-05
There is not so much water here as pollen. A lesson in obedience, in Victorian industry: I am busy, busy therefore the child will live. Sheets blossoming like crucified roses. I beg the silk of a single petal. Am denied....
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