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It was late in the afternoon when he entered the cafe. He

Wreck Beach

It must have been the crows that first discovered the pancake stretch of beach so concealed, it was like origami, creased under the coppice of black evergreen trees.

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.


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