At night I can see the stars on fire and I can see the world in flames
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selkie; it is snarkily overstating only a little for me to refer to it as A.K.A. The Subtweet About Jewish Magical Realism. It has firebirds. I am glad it has a home.
At the end of a long day with a lot of traveling (I feel betrayed by Daniel Pinkwater—the PATH train went through Hoboken and I did not see a single giant chicken), I had a very quiet evening in which people often sat around different sides of the same room, talking sometimes, sometimes just existing around each other. It was nice. I got fed pasta and chocolate and raspberries and my hosts had stocked goat's milk, to drink warm with honey. Tomorrow I can run around.
selkie; it is snarkily overstating only a little for me to refer to it as A.K.A. The Subtweet About Jewish Magical Realism. It has firebirds. I am glad it has a home.At the end of a long day with a lot of traveling (I feel betrayed by Daniel Pinkwater—the PATH train went through Hoboken and I did not see a single giant chicken), I had a very quiet evening in which people often sat around different sides of the same room, talking sometimes, sometimes just existing around each other. It was nice. I got fed pasta and chocolate and raspberries and my hosts had stocked goat's milk, to drink warm with honey. Tomorrow I can run around.
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Thank you!
And the trip sounds pleasant, despite the lack of giant chickens.
It's lovely so far! Maybe I'll see giant chickens in Manhattan.