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okay
so tumblr has just gotten me to read
Goodnight Room
a story about agency, guilt, and the apocalypse, as written from the point of view of the bunny in the children's story Goodnight Moon.
I just utterly and completely loved it.
The bunny was not always white. Once he was black as the eyes of a burrowing worm. Once she was brown as the oaken floor she helped polish. Once sie was grey as uncertainty and smoke. It has been a long time since the bunny has looked in a mirror.
so tumblr has just gotten me to read
Goodnight Room
a story about agency, guilt, and the apocalypse, as written from the point of view of the bunny in the children's story Goodnight Moon.
I just utterly and completely loved it.
The bunny was not always white. Once he was black as the eyes of a burrowing worm. Once she was brown as the oaken floor she helped polish. Once sie was grey as uncertainty and smoke. It has been a long time since the bunny has looked in a mirror.