Sublime

However radical the work, it is radical in relation to the primal

Up ahead, waiting to receive them stretched an avenue—almost a colonnade—of maples, their branches and lobed leaves interlocking overhead.

She turned away from him for a second to get the Vaseline – When she turned back, Blake was no longer smiling. He was staring, pointedly, amazed, at something over her shoulder. His eyes had widened. He was struck still, frozen, like an animal stiffened by a sudden glare. ‘What?’ Melissa said. She was standing again by the window, that window.

noted that his subconscious had somehow upgraded

The Songlines by Bruce Chatwin,

my Scottish deerhound, Ardwinna, could join in the twins’ games; and numerous downstairs rooms that had once been allocated to residents according to gender and function.

She could plant a forest inside herself.

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