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There was a wilder
tinge to the air—purple-

scented, fennel fronds shaking green ... [+]

8   395 readings 3 min
My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound... [+]

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The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt.
The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. ... [+]