i was with a friend at her aunt’s house. this aunt had lived alone her entire adult life. she was in her late thirties. she left the room to get us drinks and my friend said, “watch this,” and moved a picture frame on a side table about an inch to the right. her aunt came back in and served us all drinks, then walked over to the table and moved the frame back. it was uncanny.
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Born in Iowa City a few days after John Kennedy was shot and killed. Grew up in Minneapolis, on Lake Calhoun. Southwest High. University of MN. Lived in a two-room cabin in the woods on Lake Superior. Cabin on South Long Lake. There's a lake theme developing here. View all posts by luke