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by Everett Epstein The 4 p.m. light in room 213 cast the walls azure and the shadows—from the bed, table, lamp, and bulky RCA—a deep navy. The throw,

by Edward Friedman There were three things: the first was standing in the ocean up to his shoulders and the water was warm and the deep purple sky and

by Greg Nissan The Beekeeper God has been visiting me in my dreams. Well, no, he visits me during dream hours, wakes me up with his static, and

by Alex Ronan

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