Tag: books
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The Widow
Alice Jones sat on her porch at her typewriter. A tear rolled down her cheek. She looked up at the desert, her inspiration, and patted her eyes with a handkerchief. She remembered when she first came to this place from New York. She was recently widowed and on impulse…was it impulse? No, it was a…
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The Vaquero 