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Feb.19.2011
Inky black Ora­cle Boule­vard reflected the neon lin­ing the street ahead, sparkling and glis­ten­ing like a onyx pike cov­ered in gooey pitch. This was not the best part of town, but it cer­tainly was not the worst, either. The heat was sti­fling and the winds nonex­is­tent; the air hung and...
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Feb.18.2011
It was sum­mer; the fields to my sides are dried and yel­low with bro­ken patches of low scrub and brush, the earth hard and rusted. A road drove east for a good while, and then wound its way up a low hill as it set its sights in a more south­ern direc­tion. I was com­ing up and around this...
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