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Sailing and swooping through the infinite blackness of the deepest catacombs of night, Sam glided through an empty field, the very field behind where his father’s old barn once proudly ...

This stocky yellow cab comes to a haltat the base of this concrete cage,eight staggering stories high and a Metra train wide,as my ears carry me inside,enticed by vibrant echoes ...

My cane of white clatters against cavities in the concreteand threads through these city streetslike my fingers through your scalp on a cool Sunday night.And oh, how the scent of ...