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Continue reading →: Old VinylThe slender fingers of Luisa Ortiz lift the arm of her grandfather’s record player and set the needle gently on the old vinyl. She has done this every day since his funeral three years ago, and will do it again tomorrow. The machine itself is delicate and meticulously cared for.…
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Continue reading →: The Fire and the WheelYou stick to the old town anymore, and that suits you fine. These clapboard sidewalks haven’t changed much, or at least not as much as everything else ‘round these parts. What few tourists wander through this district find it charming. A throwback. Mark Twain and Black Bart and panning for…
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Continue reading →: The Soaring StarletEven with the net, the riggings, the adrenaline, the roaring crowd and the bright bright lights, she was afraid to fly. Always had been. Her heart could soar like a trapeze when watching the aerialists whizzing about overhead, but each time she tried to climb the ladder, willing herself to…
Hello,
I’m Friday
…and I’m so glad you’re here! Welcome to a creepy care bear’s brain space. This is a silly place, a sad place, and a scary place. Welcome!
