'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
Friday, July 03, 2015
seven
Whatever happened for the last eight hours, it was not sleep. It was an inventory. A low-grade counting off of processes.
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