We don’t really check our mail too often in the apartment. Walking down to the pool area every day where the mailboxes are is evidently too much to remember for all four of us, but we at least get to it every month or so. Then, our meager correspondences shower down upon the [...]
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The door opens and a man beckons. We pick a booth in a dimly lit corner. The furnishings are wooden, stained with the hue of a dying hearth smolder. Our table is against a railed window facing the moor. The glass is cracked with crystals and salt. A small candle flickers between [...] Every time I think about spending two hours to write a nice piece about what life has been like the last two and a half months, I think that it’s two hours I could be spending with my nose in a book. Haven’t had a chance yet to catch my breath. Hopefully I’ll [...] This thing is still going; I haven’t abandoned it! I just need a spare moment sometime to gather a good essay together. |
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