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ISSN: 1941-4137 |
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Volume Three Issue Two |
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Vivid Go with stars, with moon opposite the day of my birth. Daughter of strawberry cheeks, silver coins in her hair. So foolishly I hoped, but that's instinct, none of us, surely, escapes it. Long ago, the second day of spring. Lemons in bloom, they scent the foolish air. I've walked under a waterfall, that space between rushing drops and rock, there's no way to stay dry. But there's the thrill of echo and heart-pump, of being in storm's core and still safe. Years back, fire ravaged hills near here and burned luxury homes. It leaped from one pine-top to the next, a killing beauty. |
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