December 2010
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A wide black river would flow before them, as they...
He had been here for a long time. In his mind at least. A long time since the last day of November, when it snowed for a few hours. When a song about a Beatle echoed through the lonely street from a window above him. He watched as the invisible girl walked away, steady along the icy sidewalk.
But that was a long time ago.