My house is being eaten from the inside out, from bottom to top, but you wouldn’t know by looking at it. Electromagnetic
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1. The Way of All the Living The granite in New Hampshire is dying. Dying? No, not quite exactly. Metamorphosing? Perhaps, in
They call the monstrosity Cub Palooza. The website tells us It’s the event you’ve been waiting for all year long! A chance
1. Summer, Season of the Fox I was coming up the stairs when I realized you would die. It came suddenly.
Facebook wants to know if I’d like to share a memory, offering up a photo I took in November of 2009. In
1. Maybe, that morning, I was singing. I know I was happy, caught up in the golden light, the rhythmic swish of