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“. . around the edges of oddness” ~A Bluebird Fairy by Emily Anderson

You won’t find it in halls of ivy, or in the chambers of kings. It isn’t between the covers of carefully curated volumes available only to members with reservations. Never in anything organized by color or size. Never in anything glossed or listed or rewarded. But look! It’s teetering on a tooth from a reconstructed conodont. Spinning on the rim of a sixpence balanced on a pole balanced on the rubber nose of a clown riding a unicycle on a tightrope stretched between a stormcloud and the beak of a raven. It’s lurking in the garden dirt under the left thumbnail of the weaver’s second daughter. If you want it, you might start there.