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Haunted Memories in Three Movements by A.J. Tallman

   I. Snow: 1975   I am four, and my mother and I are walking at a clip down Franklin Street. It is late afternoon, and it has begun to snow. Thick flakes glide silently past us through the air while the daylight dissipates. My mother has my hand clenched in hers. She yells at … Read more