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Ten Days Gone

From my office I can watch the leaves fall upon the deck and melt in pools of red and yellow. They do …

Slow Motion Weekdays Stare Me Down

“Oh, blood. Somebody must have died there.” He is five-years-old and I’m standing outside the bathroom on the campus of his elementary …

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