Blind Man in the Morning
Issue #53
Winter 1990-91
“It's not August! It's not August!” the man cries through my sleep, the man with the closed eyes. I know, I know, it's April. Why call for the terrible bird of ripeness to descend? A cell will destroy you in...
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