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Tales of the Courier – A Bird in the Hand
The way back was always the rub. Each time, every time. If anyone wondered about this sort of thing, it surely never mattered. He was sour grapes today, didn’t matter, all that mattered now was getting past the next section of highway in one piece. Thirty seconds and all hell would be loosed. Again, today.…
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Back Under My Midnight Sun
Chasing that epiphany again. Got close again last night, then got a wake up call. Didn’t mind the call, I was already awake. There it was, my shining dark of the night beacon. The feeling was familiar, back under my midnight sun. My road, was unfolding before me. My thoughts were on the epiphany that…
