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Out of Place

My Marsh

I live at the foot of a twenty mile long lake fed by streams from the interior of the province.

The Gate-Keeper

Our Mercedes sedan sped along the flat Mesoria following the narrow band of asphalt connecting Nicosia and Famagusta.

Strays

It was Rommel who finally convinced me that I would never belong in Britain.

Stickboys

Odd that my cousin should see me here, waiting. We haven't spoken for

Seattle

It's been a low night in downtown Vancouver. I've got sizty-seven dollars

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