
Vigil
“For the longest time I thought the night was furred, / a mass of soft hair fallen each dusk.”
Poem of the Week (April 26), by Meg Reynolds.
“For the longest time I thought the night was furred, / a mass of soft hair fallen each dusk.”
Poem of the Week (April 26), by Meg Reynolds.
“The couple embraced and stood silent for a moment, listening to the patter of the raindrops outside.” Story of the Week (December 23), by Charles Edward Brooks.
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