Here are a couple more strips from The Brooklyn Rail, united by the theme of women falling off of cliffs. The second is a constrained piece. It's made of the end rhymes from Browning's famous sonnet.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
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Nothing says "Christmas" like a few people plummeting seaward like so many lemmings ...
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