I was damp and tired when he finally showed up – August rain in the Dales is anything but fresh. Continue reading The Children by Emily Harrison
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I had thought I looked out
over fields, grass that stretched
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After driving by it for months, he finally stopped to see if it was a pit or shadow from the nearby trees. Continue reading Deep Edges by G.E. Smith
Vultures and bones and briars and stones.
This is not the right place
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I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
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