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The enlightened day has become a dim bulb, guttering. You conserve your sneeze for dustier days, but can't help yourself. The birdsong outside is an echo of a dream's dream within nightmares of...

A light tan color

"Why did you let those dogs do this to me?" she intoned. Frantic with fright, I was able to anyway steady my nerves enough to close the window against the coming storm. Then I shut the drapes. I...