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The Present
By P.A. Hammock Black birds began to scream and nervously fly back and forth from trees to wire. Silence echoed violently in the air. The wind blew as if to carry the wary away and a new presence in. On this hot August day it carried an unfamiliar chill with it that one might think [...]
24Jan2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued