Story by Jennifer Firestone Christmas25    Atlantic –

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Story by Jennifer Firestone Christmas25    Atlantic –There is a Story at a beach. There is a couple evolving and devolving inside a new fangled form of the couplet. There is the landscape: the ocean, sand, and sun that language flails in trying to recreate. The beach reached for them but slipped. The beach shells and sound. The beach the one syllable until soft. Story is a cryptic film, an old photograph, a mystery, where narrative, memory, truth, and trauma are interrogated, where creditability slips