Prose
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Drinks with a Yeti
I once had drinks with a yeti. It was late, a Tuesday evening. He was tall, more beige-white than pure-white, and surprisingly lean. The bar was a local place. The kind of watering hole I went to when I needed… Continue reading
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The Night Platform
I rode the metro one stop too far. I got off the train and spun around on the platform to find myself cloaked in night, with stars sunk low in a hazy light. I whispered to the darkness but only… Continue reading
