Blog: Seamstress for the Band

A little white brick chapel is in the center and bridges the crease. Little flat people spill out of it. Down the street, a pharmacy has opened. There is a hill with five flowers that grow in a patch. A couple is strolling through it. The flowers are two-dimensional, but the couple blooms. He has something in his pocket. Her arm fits in the crook of his elbow. His pocket is a cardboard envelope. Gently, you can pull it open and find a paper watch. It is exactly noon. What is missing is power lines, clouds, words. A [...]

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