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***
What's
left
of the wreck
rocks against the reef
riding the rhythms
of the sea. Proof
once more of Ovid's
prescience - Nothing
l..
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***
When I dump
the groceries
from my
shopping bag onto
the kitchen
table, a random
triangle
appears, six perfectly ..
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***
In
the bottom drawerI
find five squirrelspieced
and wrappedin
plastic, sorted besidea
venison roast anda
dozen California quail; ..
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***
It
isn't Sunday so
why
are we here
sitting
in these pews
hewn
from hardness;
it's
not Wednesday night,
there's
no revival, t..
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***
I
wrote on the last page
of
my notebook - it's
engorged
to twice its
normal
size. So much fat
that
wasn't trimm..
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***
Even with
these steady chasing sirens, meracingjust ahead of
blue, red, and white lightsflashing,I’m still in this Oklahoma
p..
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***
It's
quite the contraption, this
wooden
holder; see, you fill it
with
these little black balls of sneeze.
Isn't
that ..
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***
She holds
the skirt for me to see,crimsonand fluffy, full of red ruffles,and she laughswhen Iscrunch
my face and say, why? Itremin..
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***
The
gentle breeze is cool
against
my face, the scent
like
fresh dewdrops on a vineyard.
Sunshine
pushes past the br..
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