Feb 1, 2012

Bixby's Stout Was Anything but Heavenly

Bixby the tailor did not attend his own funeral. No, when a rare sunbeam struck his eye, Bixby walked out of his father’s shop unseen, hopping from one cobblestone island to the next over glinting mud pools.

Goodbye, clouds of Ireland. Goodbye, old bloodstain by the chimney. 

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