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I lick the blob of blood on the tip of my thumb and resist crying as we paddle our old canoe toward the effulgen...
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The unfamiliar townscape rolls past, a glare of light and bleached-bone stone under weedy mesquite. I don’t know...
They say that our kind never forgets. Here are the things we remember.
One year ago....
I remember the thun...
Bought bred, the new cow had cost three thousand dollars, and so as night fell with no sign of the calf, it was ...
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INSTRUCTIONS FOR BRITISH SERVICEMEN IN FRANCE
This pamphlet is intended to provide guidance to you, the British...
Erik was balanced atop one of the standing stones on the black pebble beach when the elders told him of his fath...