Monday March 4th 1889: Following his three weeks of work in solitude, Mr. Hutchins inaugurates his plan to incite more music and dance beginning in the fertile grounds of the Ball. Read more here, here, here, here, and here.
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1889.03.03
Sunday March 3rd 1889: Behind the Vance block a bird alights on the page selected by a gust of wind, sees the letters f – l – y printed, and takes wing. Read more here and here.
1889.03.02
Saturday March 2nd 1889: Once departed, Mr. Robertson has a moment to reflect on the nature of legacy. “We are epitaphs,” he whispers quietly to himself. Read more here.
1889.03.01
Friday March 1st 1889: With no quarter to spare he sits outside the church window, his soul illuminated, though he sits in the dark. Read more here.
1889.02.28
Thursday February 28th 1889: Holding the clam up to his ear, he hears a little voice whisper, “You will never defeat us, Mister Baird. We were here long before you and we will be here long after. We will prevail.” Read more here. See more here.
1889.02.27
Wednesday February 27th 1889: She warned him, yet he persisted. At the waterfront she gathered up the wind. The birds landed while the trees became still. She poured the wind into his ear, changing his mind. Read more here.
1889.02.26
Tuesday February 26th 1889: After a thorough washing, dressing in newly washed clothes, Mr. Hutchins open his front door and knows the unequaled bliss of feeling Death say, “Not yet…” Read more here.
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