For decades now, "The Wanted-Man's Shack" had been occupied by one ambitious transient after another. The redwooded escape was bare of hanging idols or cushioned distractions; a mattress, a knife, a blanket—only the essentials made up the tired space. Nailed to the door, were the rules: the playbook to change. A week is all it took. A forgotten drifter walks in; a clean slate walks out.
---Blake N. Cooper (Blog; RSS Feed; Twitter; Facebook)
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