November 2011
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Ripple
Suspended like an early ornament, the moon hung high in the summer sky, illuminating the freshly watered earth. The warm air was overflowing with the sound of chirping crickets; their rhythmic calls echoing off the bark of neighboring trees. And, as we made our way up the clay laden hill, I often thought about the months ahead. We push hard against the chain-links, forcing a gap between the gate...
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Of all the Gin Joints
Pulling to the side of the road, I find a parking space about a half mile from the bar. As I crack the door, the crisp cold air of winter seeps into the car and brushes against my unprotected cheek. The weather is a stale cold which would become snow if there were any moisture in the air. As I take my first few steps out of the car, I witness my shallow breath hovering in the frigid air...
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Walking through the off-white double doors, Mr. Peterson was greeted by a waiting room overflowing with every type of person imaginable. There was an eerie calmness to the room as not even a cough or sigh was heard. On the surface, the room was coated in an unhealthy yellow tint and the air had a dry, stagnant taste. There was a distinct humming sound as the dull buzzing of countless fluorescent...
