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A memory: “Adam…?” “Hmm?” “This feels like a dream.” We were lying on the grass, the trees swaying gently above us. “And I don’t want it to end.”

We were sitting on the steps of the Church of Saint Januarius overlooking the sea. Ezra sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” he said. I let the words settle...

“Blue hydrangea/cold cash divine/cashmere, cologne, and white sunshine…”