"2:13PM in a Parking Lot in New England in the Winter"
The cold, bumpy iron of the dark gray handrail seemed to glow backwards in the shade of the roof's overhang as the bright snow behind it created a blanketing wet so complete, taking the place of everything dry. The air, thin, denied the fat and the warm of the world, fading the dark, black treeline across the lot into a velvet.
In bursts of time over the course of the afternoon, cars mumble to life under packed snow and let it all slide off like sweat.
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The cold, bumpy iron of the dark gray handrail seemed to glow backwards in the shade of the roof's overhang as the bright snow behind it created a blanketing wet so complete, taking the place of everything dry. The air, thin, denied the fat and the warm of the world, fading the dark, black treeline across the lot into a velvet.
In bursts of time over the course of the afternoon, cars mumble to life under packed snow and let it all slide off like sweat.
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"November Men"
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