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Escalator To Heaven – Kelley Farrell
“Excuse me.” The hollow sound of my voice is surprising. Brilliantly glowing arches of gold should echo, giving life to the thin words. Robed figures slowly ascend the clunky escalator, seemingly unaware I spoke at all. I can feel the anger pulsing in my temple. “There should be a golden stairway!” All these years I …