A fingernail moon hung pregnant in the bruised purple sky, casting a wan and ghostly glow around the deserted village. The baby lay sleeping in its mother’s arms, its shallow breathing a reminder that...
Whenever I hear these words, I immediately have the tune I wonder by Rodriguez go through my head. This can be annoying because the lyrics are not generally appropriate for the moment and Rodriguez,...
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