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*Previously published in the 2018 edition of Frontier Mosaic. Print. 2003 If there is one thing I have learned from my nineteen years of living, it’s that people are either an Annunciation Triptych or an Autumn Rhythm. And I’d like to say that Robert Campin personally painted me, but there’s currently a cigarette perched between my middle andContinue reading “Fiction: This Prevailing Tragedy”