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Michael Swanwick
Griffin's Egg
The moon? It is a griffin's egg,
Hatching to-morrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh. The little girls,
I fear, may hide and cry ...
VACHEL LINDSAY
This book is dedicated to the Loud Philadelphians:
Tess Kissinger, Bob Walters, Susan Casper, Gardner Dozois, Marianne Porter, Mike Ford emeritus, Greg Frost, Joanne Burke, David Axler, Ray Ridenour (hon.), Tim Sullivan emeritus, and occasionally Janet and Karl Kofoed.
The sun cleared the mountains. Gunther Weil raised a hand in salute, then winced as the glare hit his eyes in the instant it took his helmet to polarize.
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