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Year: 2022

Rubber Face

By: Nicole Lynn           Sometimes I remember your face looking like it was made of rubber. Smooth and supple, a canvas of silicone stretched tight over framework bones. Your smile was a malleable one. You carried…

A Quiet Day in Cluny

By: John Frame An unexpected surprise greeted me that served to soothe my frayed nerves and allowed me to sleep easy for a short time.  I received a letter from Andrew Carnegie.  My letter to him was, he maintained, one…