All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics. — Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
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All jobs are odd, or they would be games or naps or picnics.

— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
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