A Letter Sent In Late November

I still remember the first time I mailed you a letter. It was late in November, a quiet and wintry night entrenched with white-out conditions from an unexpectedly ash-ridden blizzard. The snow seemed to encapsulate my emaciated legs, and I still think of how hard it was to move through that heavy mass of human […]

A Trip to the Corner Store

Like an undertone in a song, any echo of a noise carries voices that can be heard if one pays particularly close attention and has a desire for the truth. They come from the whining ceiling light, flickering on and off, and they come from the vents circulating musty air. It is easy to hear

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