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-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn’t. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the… Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of “The Salvations of Abda.” I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from… Continue Reading →