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A man who had simply been a bodiless head gliding above the bulrushes, came careening out of a side path on a bicycle and sent her swerving into the soft sand bordering the path.

-The Hot Summer Days by Sue Kaufman

Gotta look out for those flying heads. ¬†Also, still no idea who’s perspective I am in and I’m several pages in. ¬†Goddammit.