Not Always what They Seem

I saw this man sitting by the bay, facing the sun, his face opened wide to the water and the sky. The bridge was strung like a harp, playing the sounds of the city. I saw this man with his slicked back, blue-black hair, his drainpipe jeans and pointed boots and became convinced he had... Continue Reading →

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