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In the last two contractions, only bile came out. Still kneeling, no longer squeamish, I wiped the remains of saliva from my chin with...

His hand resting gently on my shoulder felt strangely natural even though I had no idea who he was. Completely exhausted and drained from...

I sneak like a thief. Always in the early mornings, looking for the intimate light of the beginning of the day, still heavy from the long...

"Why are we doing this?", I asked myself again for the hundredth time, shifting the center of gravity of the heavy backpack on my aching...