19th December

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And we find ourselves here again. On the trembling edge of a new year. Expectation cast into the unknown. The desire for closure; close the book, see it gone, tucked…

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Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…

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      He dumped her in a suburban basement. They had driven up from the South where she was living with him and his mother. Sleeping on a screened-in…

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