Erin Davis

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The daylight dimmed. A dirigible drifted over silently, like a great gray whale against the milky sky. It floated out over the Gulf and then very slowly turned south and followed the coast until it faded out of sight. A wealthy middle-aged couple walked by arm in arm like ghosts from the previous decade. He wore a dove gray suit and a yellow straw hat with a pink silk band, and she wore a straw-colored suit with a ham-colored hat shaped like an upturned bucket. Their outfits seemed coordinated, but maybe they had become so synchronous that such things happened naturally. Sunset swelled over ...more
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