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    Over the Hill

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    When the sun began diving, we met on the road. The lane was uneven, or so I am told. She bent under a basket of laundry and coal, I asked if I could bare it and gave it a go. The sun was dyspeptic, a regular bear, but I didn’t mind as we walked...

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    Ruby IV

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    When Jesse had driven two miles east on State Road 7, he turned left onto the two track that zigged in gentle curves up Tanner’s Hill, and on into the cut between Tanner’s Hill and a swell of BLM land. He drove slow, looking about him and, in the mirror, back into the broad...

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    Ruby III

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    A week after Will’s accident, the entire town turned out for a pep rally parade down main street and a celebration of life service in the high school gym, put on by several of his old high school teammates, several teachers, and two of his old team mothers. They had insisted. There was a...

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    Ruby II

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    When Jesse was 20, he had met Colin in a shop course at the college. Colin was a year his younger, and he was the kid brother of Will Martin- the Will Martin, who had set several district records in track and football as a ball carrier when he was in high school. Will...

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    Ruby I

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    At about 4PM, Jesse decided it was time to go, so he locked up the cabin after he grabbed the cookie tin off of the table and his old denim jacket and his hat. A light rain pelted the soil on the walk down to the driveway and his pickup, and the smell of...

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    Translation

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    Cry, but do not quake. In the end, we are droplets dripping into the same sea. Spirit to spirit, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Light takes flight, and dark sloughs off until the next spark, the next miraculous burn, the next colorful comet. But we, our incandescence done, commune with the Maker, our...

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    Send Me Outside

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    Send me outside to a solitary tree Where I’ll sit and my mind will be free From the shock jocks that wail And advertisers that sell Life necessities for a nominal fee. Send me outside to a mumbling stream Where the water will run and I’ll dream In that place without sound Where wonders...

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    Mortimer Gets The Point

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    When Mortimer arrived at the coffee house, he looked a the tinted panes spanning the front of it, and noticed the wind had lifted all the hair on the right side of his head into a sort-of hands-up position. His hair was like that, surrendering to the elements at the drop of a raindrop...

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    The Mall of Fates

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    When he got off of the transport- an interstellar 10-speed that was an exact replica of the one he had loved to ride all around Indianapolis before it happened- an attendant in a white suit with a green tie met him visually, nodded, reached out for the bike, and pointed at the 20 pairs...

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    The Audacious End of Arlen

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    It wasn’t surprising it ended like that. Arlen had always been intrigued by the unusual and the immense. Instead of pushing cars across the living room floor, as a child he would constantly practice leaping from the top of furniture. As a five-year old, he once came home basted in grease after he found...

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