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04.64
Looking for the Jellyfish, Julia turned her head around until her eyes stopped on a lizard hanging on a flagpole. It seemed to say something. Julia got closer.
04.44
I left before it was time, said the old woman sitting on Julia’s tatami, and I did not tell a woman I loved how much I did love her. What brings me here every night is the hope to
04.42
Who are you, asked Julia. My name is Kyoko, my memory brings me to this room every night, to repair what is broken. Julia looked around her, the bare room still in the darkness.
04.41
Julia fell asleep early that night. Later, a movement woke her abruptly. Illuminated by the moonlight, an old woman was sitting at the end of her bed. Good night, the woman said.
04.41
Julia fell asleep early that night. Later, a movement woke her abruptly. Illuminated by the moonlight, an old woman was sitting at the end of her bed. Good night, the woman said.
04.24
Bye now, said the boatman. Julia waved her hand and walked to the stairway alone. You need help, cried a man from way, way up. Julia smiled, her legs excited on the stairs.
04.19
The food was tastier on Julia’s last dinner in Helobiae, but harder to swallow. She chewed and chewed, her eyes fixed on her full plate. Get going girls, tomorrow’s the big day. We’ll take you to the Airfield and
04.17
My stomach hurts, I cannot eat. Julia’s head was bowed, her plate of paccheri with ricotta and cherry tomatoes untouched. Gaia banged her glass against Julia’s. It is very good and my belly hurts too. Julia looked at her.
04.17
My stomach hurts, I cannot eat. Julia’s head was bowed, her plate of paccheri with ricotta and cherry tomatoes untouched. Gaia banged her glass against Julia’s. It is very good and my belly hurts too. Julia looked at her.
04.13
Before time. Islands absorb the attitude of their residents. Ilonoa, the quiet island, sees few people around in the morning, and never has a seaman been born in Vesper, the island of builders and makers.
04.13
Before time. Islands absorb the attitude of their residents. Ilonoa, the quiet island, sees few people around in the morning, and never has a seaman been born in Vesper, the island of builders and makers.
04.12
Rules support your effort, said Mark. Rules give you a boundary within which to explore infinity. Rules are doors to the possible and the impossible, without rules there are no doors and no exploration. Julia looked at one of the
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