by Gavin Dubois Candlelight was all we had, but you didn’t seem to mind. My eyes had grown weary from focusing. From trying to witness…
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by Gavin Dubois I can’t seem to keep my mind away from the ballpark. Not because I’m one of those kids that was bred on…
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by Gavin DuBois On a breezy Sunday morning in April, after weeks of listlessly gathering in the heavens, the clouds burst. Rain fell in clustered…