two percent possibility: reunion

I wrote more words.
Almost 2,000 of them.
July, I like you already.

Thistleswitch

"No one understood why it happened, but it did, and what happened was this: something would change. It might be a very inconsequential something, such as the color of your shirt, or the exact number of freckles on your left arm. Or it might be a rather more consequential something, such as whether you had three brothers or two sisters, or whether your traveling companion was an amiable twenty-seven-year-old birdwatcher or a hungry crocodile. The time of day, the day of the week, the week of the month, the month of the year, and the year of the century might all alter sporadically, so that, though you had entered the forest at nine in the morning on a Thursday in June, you might suddenly find yourself at seven in the evening on a Saturday in February, three years before you were born."

- The Chapter In Which We Become Acquainted with a Number of Important Places and People, page one, Thistleswitch

Thursday, July 1, 2010

reunion

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