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#tungsten
We gave the infant our features; the babe got a bulb nose passed on by its grandfather, jet-turf of hair like a wave of soft sulphur from the other, but the eyes, tungsten grey set in firm lids, burnt out like incandescent light bulbs as it left their filament fingers gasping mine.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Infant