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Part Two “Uh, Picella? You there?” I tapped the windowpane lightly. It was a dreary, overcast morning; water dripped despondently in the light-well. “Morning salutations!” came the answering hoot. Picella hopped onto the windowsill and watched curiously as I set to work combing my hair. Her...

The Days of Miracle and Wonder “The way we look to a distant constellation that’s dying in the corner of the sky. These are the days of miracle and wonder, and don’t cry, baby, don’t cry.” -Paul Simon, The Boy in the Bubble ~*~ Part One ~*~ Thing is, Goldenrod’s a cosmopolitan city. With...