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July 1, 2008 The Arsenal, Central Park, New York City From the Academy Audio Archive

Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [The Wendy girl]

Jenny Boully

The Wendy girl will live longer than you; the Never bird will live longer than you; the wayward thing will be taken to wife (unlike you, who will never be taken to wife), and she too will live longer than you. Shoot her down, shoot her down, you say. And down comes the Wendy bird, and down comes the Peter bird to say who has done this? And you're shut up in your little house again, and all around you, the various fairy birds a-dying, a-falling away from the Neverland, hanging cocoon corpses in Never trees for the Never worm, for the Never bees.

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Copyright © 2008 by Jenny Boully; reprinted by permission of the author.

Copyright © 2008 by Jenny Boully; reprinted by permission of the author.

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