October 2010
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ninety-nine : dust on the ground
Late in the evening, Lorena finds herself staring out through the living room window into the shifting shadows of the garden. She feels the presence of something beyond what she can see. She is certain that the others must feel it too, and as she turns an ear to the hallway she hears a soft murmur roll through the house, as though each sleeping soul had at once drifted to the furthest edges of...
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ninety-eight : to dream of rising water
She awoke in the night with an aching need to see the ocean. Her heart quavered with the need for it. She felt it calling her, and somehow, suddenly, it was all there was, all there ever could be.
She felt as though she would burst into flame unless she saw it, and so, beneath the pale orange dome of the city’s night sky, Hannah ran until her lungs burned, then with wild eyes and jelly...