In June I'll change my tune
I slept nine or ten hours in the windowless pit of the guest room and woke to the news from
selkie about Sandy Irvine's boot. "I mean, dude . . . there's a label on it."
(I wrote a poem once out of a dream in which the photographer of a touring theater company in Faerie was George Mallory, still using the camera he had died carrying, which has not yet floated up out of the ice.)
(I wrote a poem once out of a dream in which the photographer of a touring theater company in Faerie was George Mallory, still using the camera he had died carrying, which has not yet floated up out of the ice.)

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Handy for the future!
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The boot has a foot in it. Not, you know, part of Mr. Irving's remains, but "a foot". I don't know why that is impactifying me but it is.
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Remains are impersonal. People have feet.
*hugs*
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Thank you! I hope they do.
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And the story is excellent. I asked
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I miss them so much! And I worry constantly about link rot in all that constellation of small, speculative, online 'zines.
And the story is excellent. I asked mallorys_camera if she had heard it--for obvious reasons--and wasn't be too surprised that she had.
What a neat handle to choose. Everybody wants to know what's on that film.