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the archive(s):
issue no. 4:
1 1-min. story from "Book of Harmonies" / Joseph Galvan
One day it rained. I was walking from my old class and happened to notice that there were many different clumps of mushrooms sitting around the edge of the field. I bent down to touch them. They were delicate and fleshy, almost cool to the touch. When no one was looking I stepped on one. It immediately changed from a mustard yellow to a deep black. I decided to step on all the mushrooms I saw. Later, when I told my biology professor about this, he said that that mushroom was very rare; that it never sprouted up in this place. I felt stupid for having stepped so liberally on such a rare specimen, but I felt really good stepping on something smaller than me.
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