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‘It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colours make. Roses came / roaring across the garden at him. / He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against / the window screen. Most / of those he interviewed for the science project had to admit they did not hear / the cries of the roses / being burned alive in the noonday sun.

this reread is taking a while because I'm annotating the shit out of it and as a result ms carson is blowing my mind on a daily basis i might actually have to write a proper review at the end because i have several things to say