flax-golden tales: a time machine is not a clock
a time machine is not a clock Everyone thought it was a clock, but everyone was wrong. It had numbers, large ones of the Roman variety arranged in a circular fashion which gave it
a time machine is not a clock Everyone thought it was a clock, but everyone was wrong. It had numbers, large ones of the Roman variety arranged in a circular fashion which gave it
dangerous games They play games of chance when the boredom sets in. The boredom comes often, settling like heavy fog over seemingly endless time. So they play. There are complex systems and penalties but
warning sign There was indeed a warning sign, as people mentioned repeatedly after the fact. In her defense, it was difficult to read. The sign had once been clear and foreboding, though perhaps over
relics My grandmother started the collection but my father kept adding to it once he inherited. He’s already explained the key rule to me in case I want to continue it myself someday: they
do-it-yourself centerpieces I worry that they won’t get it. I half-heartedly ask if maybe we should include instructions but everyone frowns. But I’m relieved when the consensus is no. And still a teensy bit
i have heard the mermaids singingĀ My sister says it must be mermaids, but I don’t think the stream is deep enough for mermaids. We get in an argument about how much water mermaids