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The cottage stood as a metaphor for what she wanted out of life.

In time the squirrel who was my friend is my friend no longer.

A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.

The underworld reached out for your hand and found payment.

Ambition and coincidence had led me to the Royal Theatre.

His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.

When the coach called again, Wayne felt his temper slipping.

“I can’t hold it any longer. I have to pee,” I finally confessed to Viola.

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.

In search of the life we all agree is so desirable—art, romance, freedom!

Joanna Walsh

Joanna Walsh

Joanna Walsh

He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.

I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.

Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

Over salad, the Frenchman asked me about work and what I did.

There was a dry snap inside the door of the safe. “There it is.”

I cared less about the potential payoff than I did about being right.

“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”

It’s not clear that Hemingway completely knew what he was doing.

Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.

Loved this little portal to my past so much that I went looking for others.

Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.