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*** Never in plaid knee high fall -- Blood surges south with schoolgirls. Spring brings allure of others near. You never k..

*** Canvas shed for linen August always, light wraparound camel approved, fingers filled with sand the savage lands ..

*** When we reconciled, the house began to smile again, violets we thought dead raised their heads and blossomed, the c..

*** Back then, I'd wake early just to listen.I'd hear the sound of the crimson horizon mimicking roosterscrowing,I'd hear a flush o..

*** A Stream begins as a trickleof the purest kind. Streams merge and flow into rivers. One person aloneisn't a stream; streams a..

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*** I became invisible at twenty-three, convinced myself of my invincibility, walked out, closed the door on family. ..

*** The Greek Chorus is first to speak, sad sacks and clowns, painted smiles and frowns, pitiful ululations. Do you fee..

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*** The ancient witch reached for a wire hanger and began to whistle Sinatra’s My Way. She cackle..