“Mr. Batch?” “That’s me.” An old, grey-haired man folded his magazine and stood up. “I need to ask you something about your brakes,” I said….
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Fig. 1. Hunting mushrooms in the dead of night, walking through woods where god and all his wildness lives. There is an owl in the…
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Someone in Asheville is in love with a girl named Laura. I know this because I read it. I imagine a person deep in love,…
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