Moons of ache glowed in spaces of her meat and when she moved the moons banged together and stunned.
Winter's BoneSorry doesn’t make anything better. It’s just a word to fill the space of a loss of words.
When Fully FusedNot a wall in the building lacked books. Books even occupied the space above doorways.
A World Without HeroesWhen you have mountains in the distance or even hills, you have space.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values