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[May. 3rd, 2007|03:24 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
Two things that made me both happy and sad today while my own words are still failing me.



"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does
it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not
just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."



Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Good night cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light and the red balloon. Goodnight bears. Goodnight chairs
Goodnight kittens. And goodnight mittens. Goodnight clocks, and goodnight socks. Goodnight little house, and goodnight mouse. Goodnight comb, and goodnight brush. Goodnight nobody. Goodnight mush. And goodnight to the old lady whispering "hush". Goodnight stars. Goodnight air.

Goodnight noises everywhere.


Goodnight to Caitlin, who will never be unreal and who lasts for always.
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