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The night of the living dread

They tumble in like waves breaking on the shore.
Carissa Katz

An eyesore of a typo

The digital pursuit of potential voters

The tatters be damned

There are days when the wails of sirens are endless, whether they come from ambulances, fire trucks, or cop cars

We set aside politics and war and whatever other bad news was brewing and let a sense of serenity reign

The Devil House, on a quiet street near the Nature Trail, had a powerful attraction

I would say I prefer mind travel to the normal kind

I always knew there was something a little different about me