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Julia and Gaia entered a bagel shop. When their turn came, they ordered two cinnamon raisin and two whole everything bagels. We’re lost, Gaia said to the man with the cap. Sort of, Julia said. Where do you live,
Julia loved the smell of apples in the foyer of Kristen’s house. Aligned on a low wooden bench, she would pick up one each morning and eat it on the way to the studio.
Unseen, silent, Julia cried that night. Gaia was asleep, Kristen was away, her parents in an island far from where she was. She touched the long scar on the top of her head, barely hidden by her short hair.
Often the hero would mention objects with magical properties, like the box of chocolates that, eaten while talking to a friend, on the seafront, in winter, would allow this friend to disappear, unnoticed.
Julia opened her eyes. A kid was standing in the corner of the room, shirtless, his dark hair ruffled, his nose scorched. Julia looked at him and said nothing. The left the room abruptly. A thin, athletic woman entered.
If I have not seen it, I cannot draw it. I’ll help you out. Draw an island here. Julia’s hand could not move. Let me draw it then. Gaia took the pen from her hand and drew an irregular
Julia and Gaia asked Kristen to read the Book of Disappearances aloud, at night. They learned about the city that was, the city that was built to last a million years and was submerged by the seas. They learned the
When we talk about things instead of doing meaningful work, Frank said, we replace the things that we can touch with the names we have given to those things and not to those things precisely, but to an image of