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Fugue

The organist is entrenched in a moat of sound. Sunlight encircles the church and becomes more light. A boy flicks at pieces of lint from the same pocket he pulls out his Game Boy from. His mother quickly wrenches it … Continue reading

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River Runs

Write about the parting of the lips, River boys shimmying in the lake that wets them. We saw the alpinist reappear at a distance, He strummed his guitar while we sang. Like motion pictures, we were still – frame by … Continue reading

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