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shaken by the rough friction of an impatient world from the cottony shadow of sleep into the rugged act of living i reassemble countless...

I see the light more clearly in the darkness. Blackness sobers my soul, like a harsh wind. Violence argues for life more convincingly...

She was walking; it didn’t matter where just that her feet kept stepping away from where she could no longer stay. The road headed west...

The house changes to winter And the stillness is terrifying. Numbing, perpetual frostbite on a sunlit day. How is it the ache of...

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My wife and I compete to see who can do the best at the crossword every morning over breakfast. We have two subscriptions to the same...

We knew when the first rains came it would bring them. Our excitement would rise like the dust released from the hot Botswana earth as...