“I start to run, and my nose fills with the smell of rain and wet earth. I run along the shoulder of… — Jon Harrison Copy Share Image
“I start to run, and my nose fills with the smell of rain and wet earth. I run along the shoulder of the highway… — Jon Harrison Copy Share Image
“What is a memory, anyway? Is it an indelible record, unimpeachable, frozen in some synaptic arrangement and stored away for some moment it might… — Jon Harrison Copy Share Image
