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evan-pullins's picture
Oct.29.2011
Eleven Years Later
    It was my gateway into another world. Each note rang loud in my ear, grabbed a hold of my heart and never let go. It made my mind calm, soothing the agitation like a loving mother. I wasn't aware I'd become sick that year; neither was anyone else. The music was all I had left after he...
geralyn-abinader's picture
Aug.31.2010
Sacred Objects
I love rocks. Always have. I live on a cliff overlooking the Lincoln Tunnel and the Empire State Building. Rocks appear in our yard seemingly from nowhere. My house is full of rocks, momentos from video shoots with geologists. I don't necessarily care what type of rock it is. I like the feel of it...