TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Last night I saw the Andromeda galaxy, a fuzzy pinkish spiral above the long spine of O'Donnell's Rock. A black cat slithered in and out of a front garden, like an afterthought. Bats whizzed between the trees. I walk my grief around this town every night, and it still feels fresh and tireless.