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Short, round arms flailed in the humid spring air (the children were very thirsty) and the sound of hurried footsteps filled the garden – they had somewhere to…
my first night out West all around Jackson six million acres of grass and juniper and houses were burning the mountains kept the fire out but not the…
I There’s a skeleton on the roof. Not a real one. We found it in the biology classroom on the first floor, while climbing through the window. It…
Dear Deity, I keep having dreams of stepping on sidewalk cracks but you’re not my mother. Ideally you would have a form, something contained designed to hold…
Felis catus is man’s fair-weather friend, You may have heard. Especially those with coal-dust coats, For man is loath to pass their way. Those lively bundles of spirit…
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