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First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.
It was never he,
Santiago Vizcaíno
A MORAL VICTORY IS STILL A DEFEAT
It was late in the year and late in the day,
Jay Hopler
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
Spam Risk
It was always a risk.
Carol Muske-Dukes
THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
Three Long Years
it takes to train a sheepdog. Not all are candidates, the culling starts early.
Sarah Dunphy-Lelii
On The Calculation of Chances
It takes more than faith
Christopher Buckley
My Fifth Tattoo at the Darkstar Ink Parlor
It takes a long time to get a tattoo
Alejandro Escudé
In the Vanguard
It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a
Ira Sadoff
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
The Other Hemisphere & Like California
It shut us up, the new, dumbed us
Judy Katz
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