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Death Rides In On A Pony

When Death showed up on a broken-down pony, I scoffed. This, really? What, Death said, looking around, unsure as to who or what I was referring. You’re Death, right? Yes. THE Death? You can check my I.D. And you’ve come … Continue reading

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Thin Air

As the plot thickens, Mystery sires its own call, thinning to wonder.    

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