Zephyr

A cloud of cobalt paint dusted the edge a fat, black outline and she pulled back to spread it out. The cans of yellow, blue and white rattled around in her duffel bag like hostages that didn’t know how to keep their mouths shut. The yard was quiet, and she knew when the train would […]


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