Dance for Me
I’m left here to contemplate the deathlessness of this place because centuries from now, I’ll read about it.
Short Story
I’m left here to contemplate the deathlessness of this place because centuries from now, I’ll read about it.
My wife’s lack of vocabulary was paralyzing me. No bread. No wine. No heady aromas. No clench within my chest when humbled by her practicality or attempts at empathy ever occurred.
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