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The sky is the sea glittering with minnows caught in the nets of the rain, a flute at dusk is a lover's tongue in the ear, an eye is a talon, a cinder, a star.

Sit yourself down," Joan instructed as we reached the the fag-fogged, gin-scented den that was nominally her sitting room.

And even on the Christmas roses the smuts settled persistently, incredible, like black manna from skies of doom.

The house is seventies modern with sliding windows, gas-effect and a giant TV in the living room. There are almost no books. I'm not making any judgement. It's just the sort of thing I can't help but notice.

În locul în care şedea el se modificaseră forţa gravitaţională, densitatea aerului şi indicele de refracţie a luminii. Văzut de la distanţă, arăta ca o veste tristă.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

I open my eyes to find the morning adjourned.

Only the lighted houses remaining, the lemon blush of their inhabited windows.

In the park, the bright colors of the children's clothing, the timbre of their young voices, lowered and darkened.