Merry Christmas! I slept almost nine hours. I do not participate in Yuletide, but I consider myself to have received gifts this year nonetheless because at the request of
reconditarmonia, not one but two persons unknown wrote fic for my story "Where the Sky Is Silver and the Earth Is Brass": "The Cloud Mirror" and "The Fire and the Place in the Forest." Demons and Jewish partisans ahoy! And romance, sometimes, in among the bullets and birch trees.
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- 1: Make me a wreck as I come back and spare me as I'm going
- 2: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 3: Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb
- 4: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 5: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 6: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 7: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 8: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 9: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 10: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
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- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by and
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