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Place of Sense
When you live in a place long enough you learn the smells. The smoke from its factories. The ammonia from the fertilizer plant. The slaughter house blood and bone. Garlic frying in the woks. You get...
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At night I reach over to your side of the bed – that cold spot with its frozen memories. The warmth of my hand brings them out of their icy suspension. I can almost feel your nipple growing hard...
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by Frederick Garber http://qarrtsiluni.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/garber-coyote-in-the-backyard.mp3 One time when I was going along I picked up the newspaper. It was on the table in the coffee shop. I...
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