And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these
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And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these
...
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"She's a difficult pleasure," I said of my ex-wife. I was standing at the front door of her house, talking to her new partner, Sammy, a woman. My ex-wife, Lily, was not there.
We both took in
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The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ... [+]