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- Ash floats down like snowfall from a Halloween sky. An orange sun glows like hot embers behind billowing brown clouds. The street is cast in an eerie glow as the silent white ash wafts on the breeze.
- It was nearly empty, vacant tables dotting the walls, unfilled chairs skewed at odd angles from earlier departures. I hooked my backpack over a deserted chair, choosing a table with a view, then stood waiting at the register. A quick swirl of unruly blond hair caught my eye as a woman plunked herself down at… Continue Reading »