Worry Amanda Crum When the wind wakes the trees, he thought. That’s when I’ll get up.  Daniel lay in the dark tube of Monday morning, watching the shadow-branches dance on the ceiling, and realized the trees were already awake. He’d been able to smell the storm coming last night as he smoked his last cigarette on the balcony and knew it would be here by dawn. Every time a storm came after dark, he made a bargain with himself that […]

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