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The Gallery

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It was quiet and it was dark. Nearly all the light came from the display cases that formed the labyrinthine path through the gallery. Dark. Quiet. Deserted. To be expected for 3pm on a rainy Monday in January. Not exactly…

An Old Wind

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Janie wrapped her arms around herself “brrrrr, I’m freezing”. Paul looked over at her “babe…it’s 92 degrees out. What are you talking about?” But just like that it was over and Janie was once again perspiring. “I don’t get it…

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