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Father Time

Early morning Christmas Day, asleep in slitted sunlight. Something

Surface

The day cracked open and spat out something like him. He

Upriver

My wife and her sister are off on a trip together, and

After History

Parts of the city were still crowded with wires and poles in

Blue Norton

They woke us about three to go into the jungle and find

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