Maggie flattens into the deck. She looks through this world into another.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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- Maggie finds something. It changes her. Light st...
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- This is a carrot. It is the first vegetable from ...
- Hello? Hello? I am sorry, you must have the wron...
- This is Sam on my roof. He grows, changes, heals....
- This is Sam helping me paint the eaves this June. ...
- Maggie had decided to die at this point. She had ...
- Hey you. Are we father and son? Are we granite? ...
- I sleep through the dilemmas of time, and Sara kee...
- Sam deflects judgment with a mask. Casey knows th...
- They look silly for me, at me. But you see them. ...
- Nick, you have greatness in you. I tried to show ...
- Is the moment in which intense laughter occurs, as...
- Sam unties the joke, and it spills on Nick.copyrig...
- Sara, Casey, Sam, Nick. I left a hole in the mome...
- Sam turns 18. Nick shows up for his birthday dinn...
- My face of pleased parent and my son's face of gra...
- Freshme. Exit. Choose.copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
- This is a big empty modern space. There is an ach...
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