The Space Between Departure and Arrival
Frank Kowalski stood on the shore of Lake Michigan and thought about his wife. The lake was the color of iron and the wind was cold and the sky was the kind of gray that Chicago produces in October when it wants to remind you that summer was a gift and gifts do not last. He had been standing there for an hour, watching the waves break against the rocks, and he had been thinking about the...
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