Dezember 2, 2012
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November 4, 2012
the wound that never heals
Long about an hour before sunrise she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river wrapped in a red velvet curtain stolen from the movie theater where she works. Quiet as a whisper, under the stanchions of a washed-out bridge she cuts him loose…and watches as the flood waters spin him around [...]
September 23, 2012
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