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The Worlds of Phoebe

I can fly. The air is slippery. All these years I have waited, constrained by the frustrating tug of gravity. Now I am free to move wherever I please. You must love me now – surely you must love me? … Continue reading

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Oratorio Twang

In the last movement of the sacred apotheosis there was a horrible snap as the vocalist broke all that remained was two handfuls of intestine and some broken knicker elastic. – Benjamin F Jones

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