Fiction

Return

Return

As we watch the clouds race over the mountain’s slow peak, your hand finds my back […]

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As we watch the clouds race over the mountain’s slow peak, your hand finds my back

Pawns

Pawns

I crossed the park, past the high hurricane fencing of the basketball courts, to the metal

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I crossed the park, past the high hurricane fencing of the basketball courts, to the metal