John P. Murphy
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There is an old folks' home at the end of the world, a modest-sized white clapboard building perched at the top ...
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I just made the deal of the year and I couldn’t wait to tell Grandma.
As soon as the customer left, I locked th...
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Nothing sharpens my isolation like the pinprick of Sol on the horizon after dusk. She cradles our motherworld ...
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