Why Sculptures are Frightening
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I slowed and peeked up the hill. No cars. I whipped from
the private country road onto the public country road. A minute later blue
ligh...
Why Sculptures are Frightening
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I slowed and peeked up the hill. No cars. I whipped from
the private country road onto the public country road. A minute later blue
ligh...
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*Lukas: Fortitude and Triumph*
Lukas May 2007 (one year after)
“I don’t remember kissing the truck,” Lukas said, “but people tell me I did. I
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