The Honeymoon: Bath - Part Two
We did not speak, but held each other tightly.
We did not speak, but held each other tightly.
I was obsessed with the notion of genius.
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The droplets look dangerously ambiguous and far too close to the zipper to be considered "accidental."
There charged the air from mountain's top-
I imagine Chabon in front of his computer, writing the bit about the only copy of Grady Tripp's monstrosity of a novel blowing away in the wind with a huge smile on his face...