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ii. i tell my dad i think angels are probably made from flowers. there's an angel in charge of every petal. angels are in toast. angels are in gasoline; it's why they burn with holy fire and why motor oil smells so good.

iii. to my dog i am an angel. he tells me he loves me in the language we have both decided is our code - he presses his head against mine, and we both sigh. i cannot love like an animal, which would be better for me - the unname love, without speech.

iv. i think my angel is plucking her feathers from stress. it must be very hard, to love something that is intent on destroying itself.

The Winter Garden Theatre, Toronto Canada

The Margravial Opera House, Bayrueth Germany

El Ateneo Grand Splendid, the Theatre-turned-Library in Barrio Norte, Buenos Aires

The Hungarian Parliament Building in Budapest, Hungary

The Blue Mosque in Istanbul, Turkey

The Florence Cathedral in Florence, Italy

The Abbey Library of Saint Gall in Saint Gallen, Switzerland

The Baroque Library of Metten Abbey in Metten Germany

Trinity College Library in Dublin, Ireland

The Vatican Museums in Vatican City

Konpira Grande Theatre in Kotohira, Japan

Kabuki-za Theatre in Tokyo, Japan

your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan