Once More

It is as if everything is ending at once, but this happens every November. It is the season changing more than anything, because if anything ends this time of year, the cold weather, snow and lack of light arrive to remind you that there is no such thing as an endless summer here. Along side […]

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Eight.Three

I wasn’t supposed to live this long. I shouldn’t have lived much past eighteen. I don’t know if I would have even made it that far; the doctors never said anything about that. And I was certain, even after I had been cleared, that something would come along and that would be the end. Eighteen […]

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