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Mesteacanul si Ienupar

By aiche | Published: January 29, 2010
Doi copaci stara in padurea: unul din alb si patat cu argint. Il numira mesteacanul. Si altul, cu multi noduri intinspeste trunchiului, ca ceva ciopartit de mana dumnezeului, avuse smocuri de par mirositor. Il chema ienupar. Cu soare, cei doi copaci ciondanira despre tot: flori, boabe, pasari, si Kant. Dar cu luna, copacii iubira [...]
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In the Kitchen of the Unmentionable Mr. Stewitt (installment three)

By aiche | Published: January 10, 2010
(note: this is Installment No. 3 in a series. If you’ve missed earlier installments, you can find them by wandering here for the first, or thither for the second.) Margaret ran from the kitchen into the parlor, where she found Mr. Stewitt out of his recliner and standing beside the window, looking out at the falling [...]
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Welcome to Custard's New Character Mart

By aiche | Published: January 1, 2010
We have characters by the baker’s dozen, by the bin, by the big fat vat, characters in green, characters who know what puce is, characters that make coffee and some that aren’t bigger than a coffee bean. Why, just take a whiff of these freshly-whisked things with names, former occupations, and assorted dreams: * Verdoux. I [...]
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In the Kitchen of the Unmentionable Mr. Stewitt (installment two)

By aiche | Published: December 23, 2009
Her fingers seemed to curl a little back towards her in protest as she willed her hand to rest upon the cabinet door again. Several seconds later, no snakes had wound their way out and snapped her hand off at the wrist, so Margaret felt slightly (if only ever so slightly) more confident about actually [...]
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In the Kitchen of the Unmentionable Mr. Stewitt (installment one)

By aiche | Published: December 23, 2009
Everybody has a kitchen, even if it’s made of a few holes in the earth and a pitcher of water. Some people have their kitchens in their offices, where they stack piles of old coffee cups and teabags, waiting for a washing-sink installation that somehow never seems to come. Others have a kitchen in their [...]
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