Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel - Nail (1985)
Random words fell through the tinfoil sieve that covered the library, enriching the pale and worthless volumes, encouraging growth and deep, moist discovery. The librarians, some appalled and some overjoyed, ran in circles, scattering pages and covers as they set up wooden buckets to catch the old and useless words that dripped from the shelves.
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