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Everyone in high, high heels, reaching for heaven, an eyebrow raised above the clouds, trying to see.
July 1974Astrological notation, rows of numbers, and the arcane symbolism of the Tarot filled the page.
July 1974“Well, is the house still there?” she asks in the morning, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Yes, I think, it’s there: the universe holds together. This morning, as every morning: the house, the street outside, the house across the street: their lives, our lives. What more assurance, what greater truth, can we ask for?
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