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Sela
Sela... her name sounded just like a melody. I miss her so much! We used to talk for hours about the differences between boundaries and horizons and seek holiness and mystery in the natural world. Sela loved horizons as much as I love deserts. I know where my love for the desert was born, where I was gripped by its spell: it was in the city of dreams and legends, where imagination is law. Past donkeys and camels, veiled women and snake charmers, there was a man in a white robe. He played the strings, and the rhythm would take me on a magic ride, into a tale of mysteries and myriads of wonders....
Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzählt
Kyle threw himself into an alley, no longer caring whether he soiled his jacket. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hwww.onedoor.ccis shoulder bounced badly off the brick wall and he collapsed too soon, hastily tucking his legs in after him. He froze, holding his breath, ignoring the cold puddle under his hip, the stench of the trash bags a yard away.The voice rang out: “Yoo-hoo!”Are you shitting me? Who even says yoo-hoo? He pushed himself up to a nearly standing position. There had to be another exit.Cautiously he receded into the alley, picking his way around more puddles, broken bottles, decaying food.The crest of each ...
Sail Away
Sail Away“Ahh, this is nice,” Todd said, while reclined on the small cushioned bench of the Savvy Lucia. Lena looked up at the blue, cloudless sky through new Ray Bans. Todd was right. The sea was calm and the weather perfect. She was glad she that Todd had agreed into an outing with Robbie and Julie.“So, Lena, what do think of our new sailboat?”“Absolutely lovely.”“Robbie’s friend Mitch, from the marina, renovated the boat along with the galley so that we can live on her for months at a time if we wish.”“Is that your plan?” Lena asked, smiling at her friend. “A trip around to world to exotic...
Harlan Willoughbye and the Grandfather Clock
Harlan Willoughbye and the Grandfather ClockThe general store was dusty and often disarranged, but it was run by a friendly and familiar face to the nearby village. Jacob McMillan, who was affectionately called “Mac” by the valley folk, has run McMillan’s General Mercantile longer than most people can recall. He sold everything from groceries to basic medical goods to farm supplies. He even sold antiques, which were mostly bartered heavily by little old ladies traveling through. Mac was a bit of a mystery to everyone. No one truly understood how he accomplished many different tasks all from di...