Artice Upchurch
By Lynn Fox
Tall, slender, striking-looking, with wire-rim glasses and a facial expression--tranquil, unfocused--that suggested that whatever took place behind his eyes had very little to do with what took place in front of his eyes. For Artice, the worlds inside and outside met only at oblique angles, intersecting groups of light, time, love and language that didn't hang out together all that often. It wasn't that Artice lived, as the expression goes, "in his own little world." First of all,...
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