A city where everything is patched, where eye wanders
glowing over remnant, and where the vents of parsimony chew.
Nothing ever brighter than blackness in motion.
Nothing more telling you than the storms of broken time.
(from The Crystal Text, p. 122)
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It's also my mom's 60th birthday.. and since I know she reads this blog, I'll announce it loud and clear. Great day, that August 24th.
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