You likely know already that the Four Towers, in which the great majority of my readers pass the days of their lives, were also made to host, in the early years after the Revolution of 20**, the four most critical Ministries of the Revolutionary Council.
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When on that night ritual on the roof of Tower D, it could happen that Vincent Van Gogh's swirling clouds and dappled starlight (safely kept in another dimension of the unknown universe) might unexpectedly turn up, drawn there by what is left of a sparkle of vital spirit, and then two solitudes would be able to keep each other company, if only for an instant.
Vacaville. All those childhood un-air conditioned trips between Sacramento and San Francisco, or Tomales Bay. We sometimes stopped at The Nut Tree, but Vacaville is still unknown, barely a memory of a sign.
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Loved this, absolutely wonderful little world
When on that night ritual on the roof of Tower D, it could happen that Vincent Van Gogh's swirling clouds and dappled starlight (safely kept in another dimension of the unknown universe) might unexpectedly turn up, drawn there by what is left of a sparkle of vital spirit, and then two solitudes would be able to keep each other company, if only for an instant.
Vacaville. All those childhood un-air conditioned trips between Sacramento and San Francisco, or Tomales Bay. We sometimes stopped at The Nut Tree, but Vacaville is still unknown, barely a memory of a sign.
Petaluma. Almost there.