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April 2015, vol 11 no 1

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Lynn Edge

Rancher's Wife


My husband can barely walk, but he goes out and checks his cows every day even though he's down to only fourteen head. He hopes to drop dead in the pasture. How can one compete with that kind of devotion?

a cow bawl
carries through the mist
almost winter


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