In a city of black death, white memoryial cloud clopped to meet me on Broad street. The city ... [+]
In a city of black death, white memoryial cloud clopped to meet me on Broad street. The city ... [+]
My husband's nose changed first—a nearly imperceptible spot-the-difference puzzle on a face I'd known for twenty-two years. Through our kitchen's bay windows, the morning sunlight highlighted his ... [+]
if you concentrate
hard enough, sometimes
the fourth wall breaks—
fading just a moment
to
...
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