The Day After the Day of the Dead And yet I love, On autumn eves, when silence reigns above, To visit some ancestral village keep, Where all the dead in solemn stillness sleep; Where every simple marker has a home, And in the dark no pallid robbers […]
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Parched Dreams By Tom Eck As she lay in the shade, Zahra knew the end was near. The morning trek had been marked more by the time she crawled on the ground than she had walked on it. It was now the fifth day since the murderous tribesmen had abandoned them in the desert.
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The Rainbow Kid By James Tipton A long time ago, when a few people still loved him, the Rainbow Kid reached this place on the plains of Denver: the Golden Rose Retirement Home. Now he was ninety-three and those same people who loved him were dead or at least in their own dead-end retirement
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