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Monticello
The meadow was farther than Turner remembered. In the growing night he was also different than I remembered, also more distant, a little less defined.
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The Last Accident of a Life
There was a bit of marinara sauce spilled out on the counter in a cluster of islands. Four blotches of red, decreasing in size and arcing away from the stovetop like Hawaii. The sauce was cold and was slowly drying up, and soon it would take a sponge and some stern scrubbing to remove the…
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True Vision
“Their next destination, they believe, will uncover something staggering: a single place where the tides have converged the bulk of humanity’s discarded waste. They are determined to expose the truth.”
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