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she lived on the only street in Rattenberg, the smallest village in all Austria. because it was all she knew and all she loved. in the summer, she lived in the kitchen away from the flies and the itching glow of the sun sketching designs of glass crystal and playing records her father played from his armchair when she was young. the blinds closed, the shadows of pedestrians drew sloping templates of bodies large and thin she guessed their faces and painted girls with small noses and round chins and made the men look like him. her sister, from the neighbour town called in the winter months, when Rat Mountain devoured the sun and left Rattenberg in day-night. she invited her on walks, said it was not good for her complexion to live in shadow unmoved, she preferred instead to pace the only street in the welcome midday greyness and smile quietly at the pale faces she passed when plans rumbled of a contraption of mirrors to steal the day's shine from her sister's town she prayed to the moon he would let them leave her alone in the shadow of Rat Mountain a child of the night the girl who preferred the dark to the light the lady-moth determined to stay in flight.
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
Moth
she lived on the only street in Rattenberg, the smallest village in all Austria. because it was all she knew and all she loved. in the summer, she lived in the kitchen away from the flies and the itching glow of the sun sketching designs of glass crystal and playing records her father played from his armchair when she was young. the blinds closed, the shadows of pedestrians drew sloping templates of bodies large and thin she guessed their faces and painted girls with small noses and round chins and made the men look like him. her sister, from the neighbour town called in the winter months, when Rat Mountain devoured the sun and left Rattenberg in day-night. she invited her on walks, said it was not good for her complexion to live in shadow unmoved, she preferred instead to pace the only street in the welcome midday greyness and smile quietly at the pale faces she passed when plans rumbled of a contraption of mirrors to steal the day's shine from her sister's town she prayed to the moon he would let them leave her alone in the shadow of Rat Mountain a child of the night the girl who preferred the dark to the light the lady-moth determined to stay in flight.
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
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