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Live to the Rhythm

by Christopher Raley   I could live to the rhythm of waking to cold mornings, of darkness under the pines and warm under the blankets.   I could live to the rhythm of closing windows at nine, of cleaning up … Continue reading

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Knockout

by Christopher Raley   Spaghetti is always better the second night. It has been put, noodles and sauce, in Tupperware in the fridge, and heating it up   you watch it soften to congealing, adding a little water from the … Continue reading

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