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September 22, 2009
Where the dead, the burnt-out wraiths of mortals make their home...
Sippican Cottage: Some Enchanted Place, Part Three
They all have the same stuff, these people with a vapor trail of names and numerals appended to their names and phalanxes of zeroes marching to the horizon in their hidden bank accounts. They have gravel that must be gathered from a riverbank in Elysium. It doesn't even look like little stones. More like dun grey seed pearls spread in a sort of carpet. They always bind it with a steel band that snakes its way all around everywhere outside in a sort of maze, until the snake eats itself and you're back where you started. It never says crunch crunch. It says shush underfoot, and means it. They apply the chloroform early in these places.
Posted by Vanderleun at September 22, 2009 10:16 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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He writes so well...and on target, too.
Posted by: retriever at September 22, 2009 6:21 PM
Hats off to woehver wrote this up and posted it.
Posted by: Constant at July 13, 2012 5:07 PM