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The Whistler on Harris Hill
Spoken by One Who Didn’t Listen People around Elmira tell the story different ways, but it always starts on the north side, where the Chemung drags slow through town and the hills decide who they’re going to notice.
Lessons in Graphite
if shame had a scent, it would be cedar and metal. I snap clean in half before I even begin - a brand-new pencil, straight as my promise, cracking beneath my own weight. Second grade.
Ordinary Conclusions
The afternoon had settled into itself. Light lay where it always does, across the floorboards, warming the grain, making a small honesty of dust.
