The occasional musings of a transplanted New York kid. The artistic shards of mirror had sharp edges. Every kid who ever came to visit was warned not to touch it, and every kid came out of that bathroom the first time with a bloody finger. Come on Luv, just take the rope in your hand and go down backwards! He had to shout over the sound of the crashing surf.

And again whern you look death in the face. Ian Fleming, You Only Live Twice. A pillow under my head, a puppy on my butt, and Conan in my ear. The blankets are snug around me, cocooning me in lavender warmth.

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