The woman in the photographs is your mother, but you do not recognize her. They are a grainy version of...
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tied together through an ampersand separated by strings of commas and ellipses since the words never turn out right when...
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Andrew was the boy who smelled like roses. All the time, unequivocally. We had four classes together, and I always...
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Dust motes danced in pale shafts of late-afternoon sun slanting through the open drapes of the parlor windows. Less affected...
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After winging his way above the flags and factories, he landed among the sheep and goats, only to find they’d...
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Treasure Buried Deep The trees of the forest behind our house smelled like black hickory smoke on the day my...
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that month we walked around the block each night at seven. we did not wonder too much about the reason...
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I hung up the kitchen phone. Bert would need that coffee now. I checked his Buckeye Grandpa mug: cool enough....
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The Ohio State Fair that beautiful fall day was a raucous cacophony: children yelling from the thrill rides, carnies shouting...
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Maurice awoke that morning from his dream of a world that no longer existed. He rolled over slowly and sat...
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