Thursday, February 10, 2011

peer odd

On a pair of feet that dragged more than I’d expected, she partook in the dimness of this top level of a house which so contrasted in its boxiness to the curvature of the hill that she had to call it a flat. She wished she had a porch three stories up (the structure is two stories if we forget the basement); her flat looked at a hill sloping down to a perennially leaf-strewn cavity filled in by a house.

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