In light or shadow, I watch. You rise and throw open the curtains. I can almost taste the red hot cinnamon toothpaste. You splurged on a wet bathroom remodel and … Continue reading
My skis skid on fresh powder and wind breaks my face. A presence pursues. “Apparitions collect the unwary,” I had warned. The enthusiast didn’t believe what his camera couldn’t snare. … Continue reading
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