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The Taint in Your Eyes
Clarity has always had its way of eluding me. Eyes open? Eyes closed? It holds little difference to me. It’s all a gray blur. I’ve rubbed my eyes raw so…
Posted inCreative Hall Short Stories
Hyacinth Lane
It is often felt, and less remarked upon, that the most bothersome thing in the world is to wait. It requires both patience and a strong mind to allow enough…