Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song and there’s always music in the air.
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“They hear a gunshot outside the room and kick the door in. They find two women inside. One lays on the floor dying from a bullet wound to the abdomen, the other holds a gun which she drops when they enter. They recognise the wounded woman as Lois Duffy. She speaks her last words to them: “I’m like the blue rose.” She smiles. Then dies. Then disappears before their eyes. The woman screaming in the corner, they now notice, is also Lois Duffy.”
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I learned that just beneath the surface there’s another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as a kid, but I couldn’t find the proof. It was just a kind of feeling. There is goodness in blue skies and flowers, but another force—a wild pain and decay—also accompanies everything.
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Actually, now that some time has passed… http://ift.tt/2tAU7zJ via http://ift.tt/OF8QRD
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