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Spare Parts

Spare Parts / by Ainav R.W   The moon watched over the River, high in the sky as he approached the bridge. In it’s metal box the heart constricted. Can a heart get cold? He wondered leaning on the railings … Continue reading

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Boxes

Boxes/ by Ainav R. W. She stood before a long line of boxes. Each one painted an arresting black against the vast sea of blankness surrounding them, stepping closer she noticed every box was labeled. Walking up to the first … Continue reading

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