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I've never really taken the time to look at Fabrege eggs before. I mean, I knew what they were and everything (Easter gifts for the Russian tsars) but I'd never really looked.

You should look, too. 'Cause wow.

nanofic: three moments

There's still time to send clawfoot some postcard fiction by email! You should send some. <3 It's addictive.

Aftermath
Fire purified, burned her down to the bones; cinders fell away, manifest excesses. She walked away with the clothes on her back and the echoes of another life clawing at her ears.

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Peaks and Valleys
Life, like origami, features inward and outward folds. The baby turned me into myself, as babies often do, and I fight against the tensile strength of creased paper, hoping to turn back again as he ages.
Some never try.
Some try but never make it, crumpling into a ruined ball.
There are many late-blooming lotus, faded but beautiful.
I want to turn while the blossom is still pure.

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Alone
The air is fresh, moist with worms and the exhalation of rain. Dying flowers stand forgotten in the bushes, thrust awkwardly there, an attempt at landscaping.
I wait.

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