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From Joe's writing

Justy found herself lying in darkness, surrounded by the earthy smells of dirt, grass, and wood. The moon shone down from above, illuminating a figure dressed all in black standing above her, holding a shovel.

— Connections, from Eventual Beginnings: Stories Short and Longer