Chapter 76
Yet there are moments
When the walls of the mind grow thin;
When nothing is unabsorbed,
And I could fancy that we might blow
So vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it
And we might take the blue of midday
And the black of midnight
And be cast off and escape from here and now.
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― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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GITA
The gigantic brown man poked around the golem, humming a sing-song prayer as he picked up the last few grain kernels. Gita peeked out of the golem's naval. While the grain had been here she'd had plenty to eat, but earlier today, a group of emaciated lizards had come onto the ship, singing praises to the One True God, and carried all of it out.
The giant picked up the last bit of dust. He arranged his robe, and then bowed to the Devourer of Chil
