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creative inspiration comes your way. Thanks for joining us on our second

story of the month. issue 120 in September 2016. The piece is titled

Aphrodite's Blood Decanted is by Jennifer Campbell Hicks.

Now Jennifer is a science fiction and fantasy writer whose work has appeared in Galaxy's

Edge, Intergalactic Medicine Show, Nature, and Elsewhere.

In her spare time she runs, reads, and frequents coffee shops and libraries. She lives in Colorado with her husband and

children. So I invite you to sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story.

The factory remembered the people.

First came the ones who built his framework of metal and wood. They filled him with machines to bottle wine and installed the operating system that evolved into what he thought of as me.

They built other factories and warehouses too pressed against each other along both sides of the river. Then came more people, thousands of them every day with their joys and

heartbreaks, dreams, and laughter. They worked, played, loved, and lived along the river, the lifeblood of the city.

The factory missed the people.

He called out to them with his intercom, day and night for weeks and months, until the warehouse

across the river had had enough.

She was two stories of beautiful red brick that gleamed gold every night at sunset.

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