I love the word ‘gloaming’ – it sounds like what it is. A moment caught between between gloomy, glowing and dreaming. In the early fall there are these moments in the gloaming when I get in the car and start driving with the windows down. The usually black roads take on a surreal purple glow…
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I think my travel agency has been taken over by aliens doing tolerance testing on unsuspecting humans. The agents’ accent sounded Venusian, but it might have been Martian. Maybe North Martian near Planum Boreum, it’s hard to tell over a staticy phone connection. At the beginning I thought she was being helpful, but over the…
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