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The Witches on Third Street
The black dog slept against the iron fence. Her torso raised and lowered with each heaving breath of her heat-induced sleep. Water...

Clarke Wainikka
Oct 7, 20197 min read
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A Beast of Midnight Blue
We met in the rain. Yet, your hair wasn’t wet because you held an umbrella flush to your chest. The drops cut through the burning street...

Clarke Wainikka
Jul 24, 20197 min read
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