"It was snowing-- big wet flakes that melted down our collars. God, we were drunk! Laughing, balancing on the icy railing of the University Bridge. Making faces at the bundled-up burghers and their fat ladies who huffed and puffed past, spouting steam and never giving us a glance, and none of us-- not even the burghers-- knowing that we were living our happy ending in advance…" ~excerpted from The Man Who Painted the Dragon Griaule by Lucius Shepard, ©1984
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
None Of Us Knowing
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….I know this is so... I have spent days in the snow such as this and I know I felt an exhilaration that was consciousness raising...
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