Despite all of the rehearsals, as soon as I got on stage I froze up.
I had stumbled into the spare room — a nooklike study, an afterthought with a slanted ceiling — tucked in between the main rooms on Kurt's second floor.
The children flew a kite in the park.
The bathroom looked like a radiant sacristy, the sink a piscine, the drain a sacrarium.
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