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I live economically. It’s why I often choose to holiday in Cortina d’Ampezzo. There, it’s enough...
It was February and the melt was months away. There was a certain quiet, a lonely beauty of which...
I know you better than the milkman does. Sure, he can tell by your bottle count whether you’ve...
I don't cotton much to superstition. The world is so complex as it is, so full of marvels, I can...
Perhaps it would open to the clean-combed green of the Queen’s croquet ground, rife with jolly...
It was the ladder that did it. The day had been frustrating enough, now all she wanted was for...
Once, she was compassionate, loving and kind. Once we found a speckled mouse in the bulk foods...
The first week of July, I didn’t have $2.50. I remember approaching the Dumbarton toll plaza with...
There was nothing natural about it. The chrome and enamel and melamine were too bright for the...
Once upon a time, before you were born, in a kingdom too far to reach by foot or boat or pony,...
Among the many residents of the Green Gardens Living Center, there are twelve silver-haired...
I could see them all from the other side of the bridge. Kids were racing paper milk cartons,...
Tucked between the vegan bakery and the outsider art gallery is a space as clean as vapor. The...
Bisbee’s bottom itched hot with carpet burns, and her shoulder was scratched pink, courtesy of...
We had a lot in common, Lola and me. We joined the 10-in-1 the same year, when we were both still...
Everything is temporary. Through the layers of silk organza, she could feel the warmth of his...
I take 24 in the corner. But I won’t tell you what I keep in it yet. You really don’t need to...
Excerpts from the journals of Dr. Rita X. Mather Mariner Colony 003 Revolution 28 (687 Earth...
We were all good girls before we touched the moon rock. Until then, we were sewing patch...
I have too many party dresses. It’s been that way as long as I can remember. I’m an only child,...
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