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Giant Killer

   The first thing Josie thought—He looks like Hemingway.    The second thing—He reminds me of my grandfather.    Knowing that Sir James (which was how he had introduced himself with a dramatic flourish—I, my dear, am Sir James) had … Continue reading

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Belfry

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Swoon

In the small hours, and secret world, where nocturnal flowers call for tenderest glances and esteem, blooming occurs at the inevitable pace of dreams, and swooning resolve.

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