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"So far as I can see, there is no legitimate sleight of hand involved in practicing the arts of painting, sculpture, and music. They appear to have had their origin in religion, and they are fundamentally serious. In writing—in all writing but especially in narrative writing—you are continually being taken in."

"autumn moonlight
a possum walks the fence
in solitude"

--an'ya

Black Market.

"Perhaps the old mirror was never yet made by human hands, which, if all the images it had in its time reflected could pass across its surface again, would fail to reveal some scene of horror or distress. But the great serene mirror of the river seemed as if it might have reproduced all it had ever reflected between those placid banks and brought nothing to the light save what was peaceful, pastoral, and blooming." --Our Mutual Friend

Single take. (thx Melanie!)