The World I Made for Her

Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out	Laughing at what we call cloudbursts and showers and drizzles; knowing these are not subtle enough to mean anything about what comes from the heavens	Node your Library	Thomas Moran
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again	She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light	Blood Meridian	I would have tried, but Charlotte kept Charlotte in the world of Charlotte and she barely heard me
A long talk on the beach that answered nothing	end	bumper	Chicken pox
people	Translucent, threatening to smash itself	tedious	Redemption
Joseph Heller	Frog and Banjo

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