Elizabeth Twist

Writer, Plague Enthusiast

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30 April 2016

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Zero. You can try to count down from one hundred by sevens, but you can't, not really. You stop at two, or you go too far and end u...
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29 April 2016

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You can't hang on to anything in the end. Celia told me the story again. She says she's told me many times, since it happened. ...
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28 April 2016

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Xeroxed sheets appeared overnight on my refrigerator. Emergency phone numbers, schedules of appointments, information about what's wron...
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27 April 2016

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Went to the woods again today. When I arrived at the green place, the voices were clearer than they'd ever been. I'm not sure t...
26 April 2016

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Very upsetting news today, at least, according to Celia. The clock doctor confirmed my diagnosis. So now there are pills, three types, ...
25 April 2016

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Under the trees in summer, it's all shadows. This time of year, there's bright sunlight, and mud, and buds just beginning to unfurl...
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23 April 2016

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Talked with Celia all morning. She told me she hears the music too! Can you believe it? She hears it wherever she goes. Always. She...
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