May 20, 2008 at 7:17 pm | Posted in links, writing | 12 Comments
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Being a large and rather hairy creature he has learned to move with an implied gentility, careful not to brush against the little pink people. Shambling more like, since his back was broke that one time falling rolling jumping under a train. He sees a tiny miracle, a flower, alive like a star somehow breaking through the concrete. Just as he bends down to look more closely a child appears crouching, looking back over his shoulder, “What is this?”
“It is an Aefiel, my tiny one, don’t touch it or it will disappear,

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