Little stringthreads loose on her sleeve, a turquoise quiet. In hand she held the rock from the melting water, earlier before, and also mother’s skirt side. Invalid Walter had been visited. They visited the stained glass girl who had birth secrets in her knowledge. At the river water they had thrown nothing, instead taking a disruptive stone away.

Still Eating Oranges

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