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Tinkerbird, coppersmith, but mostly a brush and mop drummer.
Such a crooked and flimsy device could only keep the fantastic hours of unruly ghosts.
craquelure
It was as if some well-intending being desired to give him a special gift and spoon-fed him the voltage from behind the door.
clepsydra
She could not live with herself if she allowed herself to believe that she treated her own this way because she felt no more connected to them than she would to a collection of stones.
Everything is made to perish; the wonder of anything at all is that it has not already done so. No, he thought. The wonder of anything is that it was made in the first place. What persists beyond this cataclysm of making and unmaking?
The distance between Howard and his house lengthened and, as it did, segregated him from his life as if it were time.
The world fell away from my father the way he fell away from us. We became his dream.
who had not quite yet turned back from clay into light.
the deep and secret yes,
The forest had nearly wicked from me that tiny germ of heat allotted to each person and I realized then how slight, how fragile it was, how it almost could not even be properly called heat, as its amount was so small and whatever its source so slight, and how it was just like my father disappearing or the house, when seen from the water, flickering and blinking out.
Nikki was an old woman who dressed like an aging former starlet whose most dramatic, and final, role was that of the aging former starlet persevering under the tyranny of time.
Listen, horologist, to the names of their devices: verge, dead-beat, tictac, gridiron, grasshopper, rack lever, gravity, détente, pinwheel.
