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WINTER IN THE CITY
A woman searches for fulfillment
When Winter Ends
“It had been a long winter when they turned up. One of the worst on record, my father said. I’d spend my days chopping wood, though there was never enough.”
The Night Ridge
I love you. These simple words knock against the inside of his head the same way police knock. Hard. Loveless. I love you. He sits in a backward chair by ...