We saw a single leaf parachute to the ground. How it pirouetted mid-air like a crumpled ballerina, I could not keep my eyes off of it.
The Refuge
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We saw a single leaf parachute to the ground. How it pirouetted mid-air like a crumpled ballerina, I could not keep my eyes off of it.
He was a wannabe Bachelor with his concrete-floored, exposed brick studio apartment. As soon as I walked in all I could smell was day old burger grease. It smelled as if he took a trip to McDonald’s the night before and forgot to switch out the trash. He asked if the smell was noticeable after lighting a half-melted candle. Our conversation echoed and laughter shimmied up to the ceiling...