It starts, somehow, in the dusty drivers seat of a ’96 Honda Accord. Is it sunny or cloudy? Am I awake? I’m awake. Maybe it starts in a waking dream – a driving waking dream. More…

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A green fly and another and another and another.  There is no refuge.  There is only sand and sun and pain. Children laugh. More…

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