...I was not shaken by my first encounter with death. Maybe it was because I did not know how it came to be. I also did not elaborate on this. The fur of the animal was shiny and her eyes were colored the deepest, warmest brown. They were wide open giving her face the most heartbreaking, but not desperate expression. Her head was framed by the plushiest green. She had indeed discovered this place before I did and I felt she used it in the most ultimate and definitive way...
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It will grow on you
a short story
stencil printed, handbound
edition of 50
2010