When he said, “The sun is up,” he expected her to reply, “It’ll get dark soon.”
Which she did.
In the gulf between their words were all the bridges that they’d found and built, burned and lost, and began and never finished, the metaphor for them.
Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
When he said, “The sun is up,” he expected her to reply, “It’ll get dark soon.”
Which she did.
In the gulf between their words were all the bridges that they’d found and built, burned and lost, and began and never finished, the metaphor for them.
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