Yesterday I thought I saw you, between blinks of an eye... The poet explores an uncertain relationship in autumn.

Please, I have done what you asked. I burned it all for her. I wrench the parchment from my pocket, fingers shaking, chest convulsing, screams eviscerating my throat.

Cartesian Production's Under Milk Wood was a delicate and heartwarming showcase of ambitious creative talent in all departments ...

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