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On Dry Land

Posted on August 18, 2012 by The Sterling LIne

Cocoa too hot to the touch As shocking to the fingertips as the cold tabletop is to naked wrists. The tactile sensations of life, intruding into my numbed psyche reminding me that I’m still alive. Stealing my thoughts back to … Continue reading →

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The Possibility of Lights

Posted on January 19, 2011 by The Sterling LIne

As I anticipated the onset of night, I grew restless, my hands aching with a vacant nervousness due to nothing in particular. It was always this way. Something in the setting of the sun always made me feel as though … Continue reading →

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