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the origin of clouds (a novel)#11
There were many nights when mother crying while father yelled pulled Susan from the static drift of her dreams. She’d lie awake in bed, a cocoon of distractions, tracing […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#7
A week passed, and then two, and then Susan stopped pleading with Lincoln to “let it go… comeback” to her and the children. She gave up thinking that words, […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#3
Strange Love guided himself up twenty-two flights of stairs, occasionally stopping to catch his breath and adjust himself and once again thought, “How long the elevator been broke?” before […]
the origin of clouds (a novel)#1
This morning like every morning, I drink coffee and smoke cigarettes and watch day come in through the window of my small studio apartment. The window is worn with […]
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