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And oh, most incessant of woes that ever prickles in the back of the head, the underside of the eyelid, that has you forever twisted within ...

It was the beginning of a taste. Too mild to be identified, too quick over the tongue to be called upon.

Today was the first day of the rest of her life.

Plans laid ever so carefully and mulled over and over in the difficult gray folds of your brain, often disintegrate so easily.

Did you ever meet Maybe? I did, once. That's the stupidest name I've ever heard, Maybe. Like her parents looked at her and weren...

And the moment of flying And the small burst of light And the the fire's red glow And the essence of flight How you're tossed in the...

There's a sort of camera in some people's minds somethimes. It's one of those extra special, extra sensory cameras that can zoom...