Ben H.
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The Night I Met the Irish Elk
THE NIGHT WAS BLACK, LIKE A CAT IN A COAL BIN AT MIDNIGHT. A SLICE OF ORANGE MOONLIGHT FILTERED DOWN FEEBLY, RADIATING AN O...
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I felt the wind and saw alternating red and green lights streaming out of the tunnel as the massive train car pushed the air through the t... -
I was standing at the East River in Queens waiting for the ferry to go into Manhattan. The water was rushing beneath me and I could hear h...
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I get up early, 5 am or 6 am and in winter it’s still very dark at that time. Over the past three weeks when I got up it was quite light. ...
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