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Mile Marker 53, Highway 60

Mile marker 53, Highway 60. If you go, you’ll find things that used to be, boarded-up concrete gravestones for the dreams that died here. Some are obvious… the peeling paint on the Mexican restaurant sign, the fallen donkey cutout of the Burro Bar, the cracked empty pool

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The Shadow

He’s standing over there, in the corner. Don’t bother looking, you probably won’t be able to see him. Unless he wants you to, of
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Jake

I’d like to introduce you to Jake. He’s a 5th generation farmer from the Oklahoma panhandle, and he could use some help. I
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Dear Ariel

Your calling to me keeps replaying in my head. You were in the pasture, rooted into the ground. Your guttural
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They Got It Wrong

They got it wrong.  This whole Father’s Day thing. Phone calls. FaceTimes. Cards with appreciative scrawl tucked into the bungled breakfasts in
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How Do You Thank A Dead Person?

How do you thank a dead person? They can’t hear you.  They’re not on Twitter. Or TikTok. Or InstaAnything.  They’re
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Armando

The knock was a surprise, the news a shock. The three men stood stoic on the pavers, as the younger woman
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