Ashland by Ben Van Loon
Ashland He was sitting on the roof smoking WhiteOwls thinking that tomorrow would bethe same watching little gloaming spiritsslip and disappear towards Salasuudover the echoes of sighs and sirensand the neon hums of the hourlymotel across the street where sometimes Shewould watch those little gloaming spirits slipinto their shared […]
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