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I very much like this poem
Our Imaginary Childhood by Sara Watson
There were eleven of us altogether: Winnie, River, Mary Jane, Dahlia, Honey, Ruby, Sofie, Izzy, Kid, Jack, and me. We slept in a pile like puppies. Each night we dreamed the same dream, wherein one of us declares her love for the others. In the morning, nobody could quite remember just who had said just what. Our parents spent whole days in bed. We brought them aspirins and glasses of water, buttered toast cut on the diagonal. They loved us but they had headaches. What we learned from them was this: to never be sorry for anything.
Via PANK. Read from from Ms Watson there. Photo by Kevin Russ.
From nebula to red giant to white dwarf to cinder: the 10-billion-year life cycle of our sun
Painting by Davis Meltzer, May 1974 National Geographic
House of Blues! Hollywood! Tonight!