Down
through
the
pillar
of
words
teetering,
unbalanced
on
its
base,
fragile,
seeking
safety,
reaching
out
loosely
towards
foundations
that
will
never
rock,
reaching
out
deceptively
towards
security,
hiding
under
everything
at
the
bottom
For the really bad liars.
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- Scene 69: Rolls of Sugar
- Scene 68: Remedy
- Scene 67: Unrhyme
- Scene 66: Little Darks
- Scene 65: Resignations
- Scene 64: Along the Sidewalk
- Scene 63: But No
- Scene 62: Under the Tundra
- Scene 61: Their Own Reality
- Scene 60: Back to the Sky
- Scene 59: Falling High
- Scene 58: Substitute
- Scene 57: Dining for Answers
- Scene 56: Blending
- Scene 55: Absence
- Scene 54: No Cigars
- Scene 53: Fade to Grey
- Scene 52: Goodbye and its Ever After
- Scene 51: Marching
- Scene 50: Old Shadows
- Scene 49: The Wanting
- Scene 48: Were
- Scene 47: Brown Gold and Silver
- Scene 46: Deep White
- Scene 45: Shower
- Scene 44: Something
- Scene 43: Roots of Love
- Scene 42: Brushes
- Scene 41: Line of Liars
- Scene 40: Epiphany
- Scene 39: Less Spoken Side of the Sky
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