The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
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The Day Moon Before Allhallowtide
The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More
Girl’s Wings
Together. Her feet brushed on and through the sand. Figure like air. We walked along the beach. Didn’t hold each … More
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