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  • Chapter Five

    15 Ash Street.  White clapboard siding (long overdue for both sanding and repainting) wraps an unremarkable two-story colonial sitting on a desiccated postage stamp of land. We would struggle to consider the combination of sod, roots, and dusty loam a ‘lawn,’ but are prepared to allow such a definition in the interests of efficiency. This…

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  • Chapter Two

    It is to this door, and this establishment, to which our attention is drawn. Our awareness, as if carried by an unfelt breeze, has brought us here. To bear witness, even if we, ephemeral as we are, can act not. As we make our way through the door (in our current state we miss, and…

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