Tag Archives: Dustin Gibson

The Lake

The kids in the campsite next to mine head off to their tents, leaving the moon, the lake, and me to talk amongst ourselves. “Back again?” the moon says. “Cut him some slack,” says the lake. “Leave me alone,” I … Continue reading

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Please, Come Down

I’m currently losing a staring contest with an envelope. I have been, for two weeks now. If you could see the envelope you wouldn’t think much of it. Maybe you’d think it’s kind of cute. It’s not a normal envelope. … Continue reading

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