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Nighwatch

His native habitat was a window by moonlight. He would crouch there, gauzed in night mist, his fingers always poised upon his chin, as if rigging speculation, or some unresolved quandary, and he’d find me, writing at the kitchen table, … Continue reading

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In the Still of the Night

Bare white knuckles grazed her nightbitten lobe as she turned up her collar to the cold and was seized with a grave sense of how lonely she had been and how much further she had to go to grieve the … Continue reading

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