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Towards evening I would sit outside and wait for them to appear, to fly in one by one from over the Professor’s house, as they visited each of us in turn. I gently waved to them in greeting. The truth is I had a lot in common with them – I too saw the world in other spheres, upside down. I too preferred the Dusk.
Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
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