things that fall from the sky
A few questions deserve answer, perhaps, before I continue. So then: The walls behind which I'm writing are the walls of my home -- the only thing padded is the furniture, the only thing barred the wallpaper. Caroline is both alive and (I imagine -- I haven't seen her now in many days) well. And I haven't read Nabokov -- not ever, not once.
From "These Hands." (See also page 33 from that story.)
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