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*** The porch swing sits unmoving; it should be rocking; the boots stay silent; the toes should be tapping; the air is silent ..

Deja vu or nightmare?

*** My pants are a patchwork quilt. My shirt, faded, a size too big. My vinyl belt has only three cracks that match my ..

*** Fascination and fear are brothers looking down into the deep, deep well, leaning out over creaking boards to see the w..

The best part of streaming is that Bugs and Roy do not have to die.

*** I always thought I saw pretty well for a blind player who bluffed his way through life, until someone called and I gulped and had ..

*** So here I am, stuck on the Titanic, the ship clearly in distress, the beep-beep-beeps of SOS waterlogged, ..

*** It wasn't the blond cirrus clouds swept by the wind across your forehead and swirling around your neck but the kennel-dog ..

Another complete rewrite and reposting

Rewrtie of an earlier version