Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Softest Day

Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. But not terrible, just still. On the drive home, a silvery sky ahead and behind her: a gold that was all fire, as if behind that sky, heaven was burning down. She was thinking about someone and that thinking made her feel the way the word glossary keeps a mystery inside it, plus something that feels like desire and pastries to the tongue.

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