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Syzygy

Syzygy A desire for a house with a glass roof made me get up and walk the streets at four in the morning. The full moon was looking as if she’d passed a loaded remark at some conference that was drawing to a close. How strange for the world to have turned and be facing the other way again. Why do we sleep through these great rotations? The night sky sometimes likes a good conversation and gives me plenty of time to speak before thinking. Rachael Boast Reprinted by permission of Pan Macmillan from Sidereal (Picador 2011)

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