“He looks around. There is nothing to see but dirt and more ruins. There is nothing else to see. The dirt stretches off forever. He is at the top of everything.”
Matthew Boyd, “Treasure”
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Putting this story (and myself) to bed. The submitting fun begins tomorrow.
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"Little Things," by Raymond Carver
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by David Foster Wallace. An essay that is dear to my heart.
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