Tuesday, February 23, 2010

see her trembling lips

Parrot reflections, receding mimicries of words and movement. And the settling shapes were familiar in every detail. Again and again, repeated around him, twice on the couch, in the easy chair, close beside him—so close he could hear her breath and see her trembling lips.

"Upon the Dull Earth," Philip K. Dick

[Damen Avenue above Chicago Avenue]

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