Grace wagged a small finger at [[Satchmo]]
su [[ratøn]]
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He cannot come out of his [[travelling]] box now.
He will get [[lost]] in the grinding [[cogs]] of the carousel
[[Go back->travelling]]
He [[graces]] an understanding glance at her then recedes back into his [[animal cracker]] carton as the carousel shrugs its looming momentum.this is a play on the word *grace*
The design of the carton is a printed lion behind printed lion [[bars]].
The design of the carton is a printed lion behind printed lion bars. He likes the little [[lions.]]
The design of the carton is a printed lion behind printed lion bars. He likes the little lions. They keep him in [[perspective]].
[[persPective]]
[[peRspecTive->caterpillar]]The air will be warm and wet and heavy [[tomorrow.->filler]]
[[this.]]The carousel lurches to life[[,]]
The carousel lurches to life,
creaking joints heavy and inflamed[[.]]
few heed the old man's groaning [[omen.->Untitled Passage]]
The carousel lurches to life,
creaking joints heavy and inflamed[[.]]
Joints that can feel a storm coming[[,->GJGF]]
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Grace always takes the same place on the carousel. A lead, close to the cresting, beneath the [[sweeps;]]On a glossy yellow-striped [[caterpillar->crime.]].
Grace always takes the same place on the carousel. A lead, close to the cresting, beneath the [[sweeps;->https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Armstrong]]Caterpillars sequester toxins inside of their bodies and use them for [[self-defense]].Self-defense - ˈˌself dəˈfens,ˈˌself dēˈfens/
noun
1. the defense of one's person or interests, especially through the use of physical force, which is permitted in certain cases as an answer to a charge of violent [[crime.->peRspecTive]]
She likes the caterpillar because it puts her in [[perspective]].The gloss caterpillar's brief journey around the carousel is both centripetal and [[euphoric]].The gloss caterpillar's brief journey around the carousel is both centripetal and euphoric.
The air on the walk home is stale, pink and brisk; prompting her hurry in the [[decaying]] light.
home
hōm/Submit
noun
1.
the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
[["I was nineteen when I left home and went to college"]]Better fit as a verb in this [[instance.]]Father says that it is time for Grace to take her medicine. Grace does not like her medicine. Father stands near the armoire and [[cleanses]] the syringe with a splash of [[fluid]]. He draws a long breath of air into the chamber and with an empathetic wince, implants the spine, depressing the plunger between the teeth of her rib[[s.]]
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[[''formaldehyde''->instance.]] stench of adult drinks
gasses too are [[fluids->instance.]][[''conflated''->instance.]]and it looms [[today.->tomorrow.]]
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[[Mr. Fletcher]] in town thinks that the storm is going to be the worst one this [[year]].
but few heed the old man's groaning [[omen.->fsdjkl]]
* As is often the case in stories such as [[these]][[See?->Continue?......7]]
She has begun to feel it now, building at the traps of her joints, in the
folding skin along the insides of her elbows. Her [[arms]] have become puffy hot dogs. Grace takes on more air like a lost feral vessel takes on water;
feverish and frantic to reach equilibrium.
Both the sea and the seamen aboard.
Though the two wish for a different equality,
Grace wishes that she would [[pop.]]
Grace takes on more air like a lost feral vessel takes on water;
feverish and frantic to reach equilibrium.
Both the sea and the seamen aboard.
Though the two wish for a different equality,
Grace wishes that she would [[pop.->tbc]]
She wishes for the sea.
*POP*Empty
Father's eyes are wild like barred spiral galaxies.
Father's arms are tightly bound like barred spiral galaxies.
Limbs akimbo. [[Fate]] a(bated or)voided. Dark breath on her neck. And the dank, viscous, stench of stale smoke scraped against her [[tongue.]]The gloss caterpillar's brief journey around the carousel is both centripetal and euphoric.
The air on the walk home is stale, pink and brisk; prompting her hurry in the decaying light.
Satchmo’s grouchy chirps riposte a bumpy ride [[home.]]
You are in a well-lit woooden [[room]] with a man dressed in a garish suit.
The man in the zoot suit reveals that the [[coin]] is [[(either:"heads","tails")]].
This makes you somewhat[[uneasy]]this.There is a droning cyclical clicking and a sharp warm breeze that smells of a warped waterlogged harbor.
You are suddenly no longer in the bright room with the dark man, but instead looking at an old [[carousel->this.]] shaded in a canopy of bald cypress trees.
It smells like New Orleans
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