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"She imagines people scattering on the summer-hot sidewalks. She senses a vacuum in their wake, a change in the museum's atmosphere, an infinitesimal drop in temperature that raises goosebumps on the skin of her forearms." — "Closing Time"  by D.P. Snyder"She imagines people scattering on the summer-hot sidewalks. She senses a vacuum in their wake, a change in the museum's atmosphere, an infinitesimal drop in temperature that raises goosebumps on the skin of her forearms." — "Closing Time"  by D.P. Snyder"She imagines people scattering on the summer-hot sidewalks. She senses a vacuum in their wake, a change in the museum's atmosphere, an infinitesimal drop in temperature that raises goosebumps on the skin of her forearms." — "Closing Time"  by D.P. Snyder"She imagines people scattering on the summer-hot sidewalks. She senses a vacuum in their wake, a change in the museum's atmosphere, an infinitesimal drop in temperature that raises goosebumps on the skin of her forearms." — "Closing Time"  by D.P. Snyder"At times it seemed as if I was at rest in a motionless car and it was the trees who were racing away from me." — "Weeds" by D.P. Snyder"At times it seemed as if I was at rest in a motionless car and it was the trees who were racing away from me." — "Weeds" by D.P. Snyder"At times it seemed as if I was at rest in a motionless car and it was the trees who were racing away from me." — "Weeds" by D.P. Snyder"After twenty-two years of marriage, their conversations were like notes in a ship's log. Theirs was the relentless ticking of a dependable clock of which she was the jittery minute hand and he the ponderous hour." — "The Bridge" by D.P. Snyder"After twenty-two years of marriage, their conversations were like notes in a ship's log. Theirs was the relentless ticking of a dependable clock of which she was the jittery minute hand and he the ponderous hour." — "The Bridge" by D.P. Snyder"After twenty-two years of marriage, their conversations were like notes in a ship's log. Theirs was the relentless ticking of a dependable clock of which she was the jittery minute hand and he the ponderous hour." — "The Bridge" by D.P. Snyder"After twenty-two years of marriage, their conversations were like notes in a ship's log. Theirs was the relentless ticking of a dependable clock of which she was the jittery minute hand and he the ponderous hour." — "The Bridge" by D.P. Snyder