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the River of forgetfulness

My hours are married to Shadows....

“In the hours they spent chewing my bones, I grew a stone for my heart, and poisoned the rivers that ran through me. I studied the bloodless moon.”
H.C.M
3 years ago. Friday, July 1, 2022 at 5:54 PM

The girl wrote a story.

“But how much better it would be if you wrote a novel,” said her mother.

The girl built a dollhouse.

“But how much better if it were a real house,” her mother said.

The girl made a small pillow for her father.

“But wouldn’t a quilt be more practical,” said her mother.

The girl dug a small hole in the garden.

“But how much better if you dug a large hole,” said her mother.

The girl dug a hole and went to sleep in it.

“But how much better if you slept forever,” said her mother.

 

~Lydia Davis

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