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Mark Hitz   Along the shore lay stretches of perfect unmarked road, unreal road. The asphalt was deep-black, halved by a severe double line, and it cut along the mountain like an incision. We had nothing to say to each…

Sarah Cooper   “This is as old as you’re ever going to get.” – Dorothy Allison  I refuse to delete your phone number and birthday from my list of contacts. Every day I look at photos of you (but they…