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How far? This was not an abyss, which has sides and which, however deep or wide apart, still would have seemed to hold me inside itself. Here, there were no sides, nothing to suggest I may ever, ever be pressed … Continue reading
My eyes were sore. There were, in fact, many very beautiful stones. Still, not one of them was my little stone—my moon-colored agate. I couldn’t give up. I searched in a tight, expanding spiral around and away from its empty … Continue reading
We have a sun, too, you know—a little different than yours and a little bit the same. It gives light and warmth, just like yours, but its color is more vibrant. It gets a little hotter than yours, but we … Continue reading