It was a canine interdiction dictated by necessity, when pooches were stripped from cold Muscovite streets, locked into unsafe safety modules, and (depending on how the Scooby Snax landed) blasted into orbital or suborbital orbits.
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Time, like confetti made shredding documents before the run toward composting, renders its space unto a void. There we wait to see if memory serves, or if memory falls apart inside the apathy of watching someone else’s story take centre stage.
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- Once Upon a Time in Patagonia - an epistolary
- “Every day I keep writing this report bit by bit, so that it looks like a diary without a date. Please be patient in reading it.”
(Letter of Sebastian Rodrigues)
- Racing to stand at the Women’s March on Washington, D.C.
- Others may have an idea enough to knit beanies weeks ahead of time. Others still decide two days earlier is enough to rack up the car with supplies and head twelve hours long over an estimated nine to stand in with the crowd marching on with signs and clear plastic backpacks.