Hold the door, the man that is not a man says. His smile is charming. It slips from memory as easily as skin from bone. You match his politeness. Your…
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Between the hours of two and four, there is a soft spot in time where everything pauses, and I’m finally able to live in the present. I feel the stillness…
The room crackles with electricity that seems to hum in tune with the great machine strapped around her wrist. The air shimmers; sparkles and waves, as if reality was bending.…
There is an old farmhouse that exists solely on the burnt photograph edges of childhood memory. The sort where it tastes almost like a dream - the fading aftermath of…
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And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture. And she means everything to me. -She…
The art of a storyteller has always been performance. The curtains draw, the stage rises - a floating sea of burnished wood and plank above the sea of human heads…
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