Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis
Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another day, there are miracles all around me, thought [...]
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Commitments by Kelle Grace Gaddis
His coarse beard was an array of auburn, brown and gray strands, hairs upturned and twisted out to the side refusing to conform to the lines of his face. The beard had become [...]
Vending Machine Press 