He was punching at the air as if a big boxing match were imminent.
An opera singer, we believe it was the aria from James Brogartio’s Magic Garden – a long lost libretto, was warming her voice.
When the lawyers write the daily poem, we know things will be clear and bright.
Later. Much later. It was sunset in the attic.
Before you go, take the keys.
All the doors are windows.
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