Annie always drags her up to dance. It’s been that way ever since Lee can remember.

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The old road bridge rests, a sleeping elephant, spanning the gully where the trains come and go.

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Strengthened and renovated with a hard-earned face-lift, shadows dance on her struts and spans in the late afternoon light. Iron pieces bolted into shape…

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They don’t want to go to the party. Everything is raw, too raw to celebrate anything, but they make themselves go.

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Pure Slush Volume 13, ISBN 9781925536157

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Pure Slush Volume 12, ISBN 9781925536133

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