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The Wee Hours
Sometime during the wee hours of the morning, I had a strange dream. In it, the strip of grass along the sidewalk in front of my house had been removed. With the grass missing, an underground storage...
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My mom used to sew when I was little. I remember her sewing machine, its color, the smell, the sound. I tried a couple of times and can’t say my efforts were a complete failure, but I much preferred...
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