Ian Writz

Ian's shadow couldn't be happier when Ian himself went riding at sunset. He described it to all his shadow friends as something like a piggyback ride. New Haven wasn't a car town, and with minimal obstructions Ian's shadow would swell to a size that could see for miles: all the undersides of shoes and what they'd stepped in, which drop of rain was going to hit what or whom, and all these other elses.

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