Thinking of Mary

Yesterday when I passed exit 100 off of Interstate 29, halfway between Fargo and Grand Forks, I remembered why I often think of Mary there. I had forgotten why, and I had also forgotten her last name. The exit is for Mayville, a town I visited at least once in my life, and a smaller …

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Adding a bit of color

I ordered the most perfect shade of lipstick. Mystic Plum. It is the color of a first kiss. It is a North Dakota wild rose blowing in the wind on a grey, rainy day. It is melancholy. It is a color that makes you wonder if I am wearing lipstick or if my lips are …

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