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Love a Fever, Love a Cold

His face is pale against the flush of his cheeks. The red is rosy and perfect, like it was painted on. His …

Of Seasons and Fleeting

The day left brown oak leaves littered across the orange brickwork like a dried and forgotten fire. Their shadows twisted and turned …

Occupy Childhood

The swing set consists of four seats attached to a mechanical clothesline of backyard magic, each hung securely from arms that once …

The Sound of One Hand Laughing

This is my best post. I’ll tell you that right now. You might smile. You might sigh. You may have to step …

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