Twigs and Brambles
Writing the twigs and brambles of my mind
Thursday, February 03, 2011
My favorite kind of whimsy has a bite. It skates playfully across the surface of the abyss with a subtext that refuses to let you forget the abyss is there, that the ice is thin, that water is deep, deep down to unimaginable darkness and weight.
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