It was a block of ice, about the size of my head, wrapped up in a torn sheet of black film. ____, “Clean Slate,” Warriors. ‘You never learn!’ Rising, she turned into a white mammoth. Pete says, “Nobody.
The high living room windows show the distant dry ridge, tilting like a sinking ship. One set of tracks fills the bed. We drank in silence for a while. “And yet, here I am.
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