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I simply love this story, by Amber Sparks, taken from matchbook. I saved it with InstaPaper on my iPhone and have been reading it over and over the past week. It’s one of those stories, the ones you’ll read again and again, finding some new nuance in the word choice or cadence each time.

Sparks’s work has been widely published and is well worth your time. In addition, she’s the fiction editor at Emprise Review, another literary journal you’ll be happy to have found.

Enjoy today’s story of the day, and if you see a mythical figure on your commute today, give him/her a hug.

“It’s lonely up here. They don’t understand how lonely. They think they’d like to be big, to have his arm span, his strong swing. They’d like the earth to shudder wherever they step and forests to collapse in their wake. They think it would make them important. They don’t know that nothing is important when it’s taller than the tree line; anything that tall becomes more landscape than person.”