At UTD, we have an annual literary magazine that I have finally been talked into entering. Spent an evening throwing together a few short things:

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Eastern morning, and the rain rushing down in torrents feels like empty tombs would flood as fast as rabbit holes, on a morning like this.

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Bennett was a scientist, and he wanted to begin in the dirt and the debris of the real physical world. But he took pleasure in sifting through that world, distilling it, cleaning and purifying it until he was left with a single mathematical equation of inescapable solution.

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