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Her name is Honey

She was walking down the side of the river. It was a little windy...maybe a little too much of a breeze because her dress was flowing around as if it...
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Bread

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Crow

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Developmental Hell (Open the Window)

Every night just before I fall asleep, my inner director starts pitching ideas to my inner producer. Some of these ideas have been pitched for months...
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Oyster

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Every Mourning Has A New Dawn

The beauty of natural healing - an analogy. Pic no © issues

Comes Around (3)

Thirteen months later: “Here’s your new cell, shitbird,” said the guard. Turning to the current occupant, he said, “You know the drill, Grizzly.” The...