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It was my favorite marble, out of all the treasured ones I kept in that faded-denim bag with the red drawstring. It was one of my “shooter” marbles, and it was clear, with a beautiful blue swirl frozen inside the glass like smoke. I loved to hold it, rolling the smooth, pure-blue beauty of it [...]

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It’s bundle-up weather all of a sudden.

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