"The winters of Vega IX are stormy and wet, and the rumbling sky promised its yield to its sprawling central city." The first installment of a science-fiction work of as-of-yet unknown total length.
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Margaret Isn’t Grieving. Should She Be?
Look, I know springtime is the appropriate time to seek adventure; to strike out into the unknown with a bag on your back and a song on your lips, but for me it's the crisp bite of fall air that, as it floods your lungs, unleashes the kind of longing that Odysseus must have once … Continue reading Margaret Isn’t Grieving. Should She Be?
