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Sweep it under.
The snow is sparse enough that I can make out individual flakes as they catch a ride down on the wind. Zigging, zagging, floating, dropping, resting… It’s cold…not just temperature-wise, but more...
The Cast & Crew
Each day I wake up there is still a lottery as to which escort I’ll have next to me for the duration. Not like moods, these are ghosts with heavy chains, mostly, that are standing next to me wait...
Book Description
The pages yellow and dry rot, but the words…the words burn for eternity.