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and white darkening, as if each sought some middle ground. I thought, Oh, my God, and decided to write this down, regardless how illogical it is. Sweating, I laughed at myself, thinking, Ross was delusional—and illogical. His ideas made no sense. Yet, there is a power outage.

I tried to write this with a black pen; it was

almost invisible, gray letters on pale gray paper. For whatever reason, red ink, although also gray, works better. I can still read it. Dread assailed me until I accepted the truth. I’m laughing again. One huge, galactic guffaw. It doesn’t matter that I’ve gotten this down. Soon it will be illegible, as if I composed it in invisible ink. Besides, who’ll be around to read it?

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The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

The Fine Line Issue 3  

The Fine Line presents its third compilation of art, fiction and poetry by contributors Francis Raven, Michael Young, Dorothee Lang, Raj Sha...

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