#0099. Charlotte, once, held the temple of Athena. She built it from broken shears, and Jupiter's tears, and lucid dreams, and Lucifer herself. She cobbled it together from telephone wires and bits of broken asphalt and keys and secret drunkenness and guilt and worry and shame. And one day, after years of occupancy, she just walked out one day. She sailed away with a gentleman and her boat crested the horizon. Did she dip beneath the icy waters? Athena blows out a candle on the Moon in memory of poor Frozen Charlotte.
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