This is one of the earliest stories I’ve ever written. Looking back on it now, I barely recognize the person I was when I wrote it: a lonely, confused, frustrated, yet passionate, ambitious, and optimistic young man. (Maybe things haven’t changed that much, except the “young” part, relatively.) It’s a love story chock full of embarrassingly purple prose; it’s rough and uncultured; it’s also an endearing artifact of my very early writing history. Your mileage may vary. – DT
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Dave Trumbore's Collected Works 