The City Boy

The city boy glanced out the window at the long, thin trunks that rose from the ground like giant weeds. This was his first time seeing a forest. He had arrived last night in the dark, when those impossibly tall structures were simply imposing shadows. He hated them even more now, seeing them exposed in... Continue Reading →

A Little House with a Pomegranate Tree

The first time I met her, she told me her dream. It was a simple dream, one that โ€” in the past, when real estate prices were still somewhat reasonable โ€” could have been realized with ease. It wasnโ€™t a lofty dream like my own. For my ideal future involved becoming a New York Times... Continue Reading →

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