The Unvarnished Truth
By Fiction Issue 110
Throughout the winter, Dr. Iske obsessively polished their furniture with oil. He had studied plant biology in college before going on to med school, and when he saw varnished wood, he saw the tree it had come from.
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By Essay Issue 103
Sometimes, to comfort myself, I think of myself as a city, not a woman, but a city that can be rebuilt again.
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