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A Better Place
Amarillo Bay

Florence Greenwald woke up on Christmas Day with a pain she hadn't felt for thirty-some-odd years. The sharp, continuous ache shimmied up her arm from the tip of her left index finger, looped over her shoulder and circled under her armpit like a mountaineering rope until it rested, coiled, at the base of her neck. >>



To come

Teaching Seong to Drive
Portland Review

It was a fine night for stargazing. The purple-black sky above Death Valley throbbed with stars, hundreds of them, overlaid with a deep velvet silence. >>

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