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That was why, though she still thought sometimes about what Ms Ogle had said, she couldn't credit that these weeks were the ones that would decide all weeks to come. She found it impossible to believe that now, the present, so flimsy and flyaway, whipsawing, switchbacking, should be the image the rest of her life was cast in, when she could barely see herself in it at all.
— May 11, 2026 02:12PM
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Phyllis
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And she went to put on the kettle
Who knows would she have done it Maybe the kettle was only for tea Life at that time was like walking on a path made of spinning tops You took a step you were spun off one way The next step spun you off another Every moment was the moment when everything changed
— May 12, 2026 01:39PM
Who knows would she have done it Maybe the kettle was only for tea Life at that time was like walking on a path made of spinning tops You took a step you were spun off one way The next step spun you off another Every moment was the moment when everything changed
Phyllis
is on page 80 of 645
She saw herself too, a schoolgirl, wrongness buzzing within her like a bee trapped in a veil, clutching on to her best friend's hand. Tonight would go too, fade away, like white plumes of chemicals into the blue. Her heart let out a sad mewl of grief, as if she were dissolving into the shadows, or the shadows were in her, eating her from the inside out.
— May 11, 2026 04:19PM
Phyllis
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She remembered something he'd said once, about how the past hung in the present like smoke in the air, like vapour trails, fading out slowly. She hadn't understood it then but now for a moment it seemed she could see it, literally: Uncle Frank, lying burning in a blue meadow, her mother embedded in the glass windows of the church, coloured light streaming from her body.
— May 11, 2026 04:19PM
