The sun rolls along up Fourteenth Street and the ghost of a habit turns Cat’s face into the light. She shields her eyes and looks east, half expecting to see her father, a sun-blown shadow in the diorama box of his newsstand.

The sun rolls along up Fourteenth Street and the ghost of a habit turns Cat’s face into the light. She shields her eyes and looks east, half expecting to see her father, a sun-blown shadow in the diorama box of his newsstand.

– Cari Luna –

The Revolution of Every Day

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