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Fragile Things

Neil Gaiman read us ghost stories around a campfile last night from Fragile Things. Well, it was at the Berkeley Rep, but with the lights down it felt like we were outside gathered round a fire, with a thousand of our closest friends.

Instructions, should you ever find yourself in a fairy tale....

if any creature tell you that it hungers

feed it.

If it tells you that it is dirty,

clean it.

If it cries to you that it hurts,

if you can,

ease its pain.

Neil Gaiman reads

The Day the Saucers Came

That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,

Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,

And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended,

Waiting, dry-mouthed to find what waited inside for us

Walking out into the night air afterwards, the world seemed magical, perceptions forever changed.


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