"Everybody removed the masks."
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
From: Secured Against Hares
After the fled birds banged bars we could feel the light dimmed, represented,
recreated. Flies and flies. Wear this around your neck. The examination
will determine but not detect. When the grimaces concluded like a costume, we
rejected narrative and the floors were a-sound with weather. Talk buried.
Everybody removed the masks. It was an assassination attempt.
Now we have to deal with tomorrow like a terminology.
The flinched hares provide us with an idea. My ruined arm.
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