The red dirt of the plains was baked into his hands, making rivers of the creases in his palm, flowing off the low hills into...Read More "Beginnings 107 – Minstrel Boy Howling at the Moon"
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My parents could never describe it. The ravages of an increasingly stratified world, of bitter philosophical division, of a climate run amok. The devastation of...Read More "Beginnings 104 – Adjectives of Annihilation"
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