As the effects get stranger—rust-red mold on the pavements like a carpet, sweat permanently congealed on my skin, finding that a street ends in a chasm or sinisterly iridescent lake—I’m ...
a magical story that charts green eyed Dido’s trajectory of love Continue Reading Dido in Texas
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Her father seemed not to notice his daughter’s transformation from eager girl, content to sit in the garden, braiding rose trees into garlands, to sighing young woman, absently playing board ...
Memories which horrify her on cold, sober walks still tick somewhere in her blood. At night, the rejected words sometimes run over her skin like a wave; she is still ...
Dale’s son called him to say he was being discharged. Continue Reading “pls forgive me”
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