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She used to visit this horse in his paddock and he would delight to see her he would stamp his hooves and jump his skin would dance and flex ..

She once haphazardly calculated the attack trajectory of her spears and her Hellfire missiles she once came at me with her hammer and nails l..

I had spent all day in the sun, facing my fears head on with the rack tack rack of the coasters. I was worn out, exhausted from al..

The time has now passed for words the time has now passed for telling stories in the dark the time has now passed for yearning the time h..

There ain’t enough beer in here to take it awaynot enough drink in this whole bar to drown itno, it waits there, under the stooldown around y..

“This is really about self-confidence, boy. Ain’t nothing but believing in yourself. Trust that you’ve done the work. Trust you sp..

I stand at the threshold to the thresher my fingers have coated with ash mind runs on oil gone bad turned black heart like leather, creased a..

The ocean is fathomless and cold but I am like the rain, chattering and stumbling down from above the ocean is fathomless and cold but I ..

I have old memories of driving into Tahoe as a kid, and there’s this part of the road where I seem to recall us straddling the mountain. On on..

“Them girls always say they want a nice guy, but they don’t, man. They want an a*****e, someone with a complicated history and an arrest..