Between Sleep and Dream

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By on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

I sat on the faded carpet as you lazily heated some noodles. your shadow danced on the wall, the chopsticks holding your hair in place. We ate in...

By on Sun, 12 Sep 2004

For writing a book with only one chapter, For your coma-inducing narratorial voice, For not having been struck from the syllabus long ago, For...