A chunk of something solid whipped out of the brown and black vortex and speared straight at the windshield. In the instant before contact, Javier saw that it was part of a tree.
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Equatorial Ice by Illimani Ferreira
But this day, Dona Gardênia’s gaze was nowhere in particular. First she dropped her pole, and then she fainted.
And Lately, The Sun 