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Everyone Is Doing Forensics.

I Stop Working At About 3 P.m. On Fridays.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

And Suddenly The World Was Filled With Wooden Faces And Flat Voices - And, You Were Alone.

Rain Slowly Slides Down The Glass As If The Night Is Crying.