Karin Conroy

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A week later, we watch as the city slowly drains from the car window. The sky bruises, buildings shrink, and apartment complexes are snatched away by distance as we speed into greener and wilder spaces. The surrounding cars desert us and bright highway lights blink on, reminiscent of a Seurat, blurring into the loose freehand of a Munch landscape as we approach the secluded forest.
Immaculate Conception
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