The Raider Wire

I find a place with a tree, and I forget about the car as I walk to it. I sit against it, feeling my shirt ride up against the stump as the bark clings to the fabric, and I close one of my eyes. Everything is clear. I close that one, and then I open the other, and everything is the same.

Something Felt, Not Explained

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer March 20, 2015

My hand keeps dropping things. I remember when I first got my own apartment, and I remember how, every day when I got home from work, I’d shed off my jacket, and I remember feeling how it always felt...

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