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I don’t know when it started, but somewhere along the way, I began to feel like something was missing. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Jane—my wife, plain…
The corner of the studio was illuminated by a since dim lightbulb, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation. Angela stood at the center, poised and commanding, the photographer…
The sun dipped below the jagged peaks of Colorado’s San Juan Mountains, casting a golden glow over the wilderness. Liam had been hiking for hours, his legs burning…
