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I wander beside the desert unfurling like a sea of chrysanthemum petals wondering, Do fish swim under those diminishing curves? For sure, there are...
Moloney set off northwards again, up Steever Hill, which was by all accounts a much easier hill to ascend, with numerous paths running down it like...
When my father died, I asked for the body and they put it in a bag. It was a lot heavier than I thought; I had imagined a certain weight, I had scoped it out in my mind, but for some reason it turned out to be much heavier.
I am standing on the corner of Main and Second when I suddenly become self-conscious of my sweater.
No smile or words. Rigid, unyielding, for that last photograph. His arm, slack, around my shoulder. I turn from the shot. Hide my tears, knowing he...