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Northern Lights

We lived in a trailer and the sun beat down on the roof in the summer and I would lie on the top bunk and let the heat fry my brain.

Not So Fast

Beside the river, the lane narrows and they enter the last and longest tunnel, inside rock.


Great-Uncle Ivan had a bomb in his basement.


LIke I said when me and Iren first saw this dump, you gotta look at

Lost Valley

Grandad called it bedlam-weather. The sort of day that makes peo-


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