“And all will meet at Twilight“ On a train making its way deep into the southern night, I fall asleep to the rhythm of the rails as a full moon sets overhead. Of a sudden a vicarious array of characters… lovers, friends, muggers, lawyers, doctors, addicts, thieves, and more, invade my thoughts singing in a … Continue reading Twilight
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