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: The ghosts of them surround me
- 2: I specialize in opera myself
- 3: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
- 4: And those who can remember when the night sky was a tapestry
- 5: Plates will shift and the earth will groan
- 6: Look into that smoldering building's bombed-out fog until it finally lifts
- 7: Probably not going to leave the slightest trace in the wake when it's my turn
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