Gulliver sat up. Pigeon flames, he thought. Feathers and crowds, that lady throwing stale bread hard and with force, the teeth chattering along the concrete, white spots, sneezes. That was one dream I’d rather forget, but I’ll write it down anyway.
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Gulliver's Stories
Gulliver sat up. Pigeon flames, he thought. Feathers and crowds, that lady throwing stale bread hard and with force, the teeth chattering along the concrete, white spots, sneezes. That was one dream I’d rather forget, but I’ll write it down anyway.
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