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Home Sick

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I was encoding a batch of classic ebooks when the ulu-aliki walked in to the library, the outdoors scent of gardenias and overripe mangoes following him. “Afternoon, chief,” I said, …

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Free The Sky

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It shouldn’t feel like the end of the world. Drew paid for his morning coffee and paper mechanically; held them numbly. He did not count his change. He slogged down …

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King Tide

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Some particular trick of the moon, the weather, and the Earth’s closeness to the sun had pulled the tide all the way to 5th Avenue, a good half block further …