Sixteen miles out she could see the city’s silhouette, the Tall City, the Mid-lands, home. She felt a tightening in her chest, at first, so she sighed, releasing the endorphin- fueled feeling of being away, the vacation vibration, but by the time she counted the tenth pumpjack she acquiesced, a little, but held on toContinue reading “Memory”
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