"As the long, hot days of summer wore on, something new began to churn and build inside me. It had been there for a long time…", thus begins Paul Rabinowitz's flash fiction on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.
"As the long, hot days of summer wore on, something new began to churn and build inside me. It had been there for a long time…", thus begins Paul Rabinowitz's flash fiction on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.
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