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Night, and Gale

.. The wind has a peculiar song on its tail: three-parts laughter, one part longing. We taste it soft on hungry tongues, wait for each syllable to sway us aloft, and lead us home. When mo(u)rning comes, will we know … Continue reading

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Can’t Drive (Dance of the Dissonant Daughter)

…. so she’s gonna walk, try and talk her self into some brighter form of sway. give her a day, an hour, some high -er power or plan, a man who might miss her if she didn’t stay. give her … Continue reading

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