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December 2005, vol 1 no 3

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Lynn Edge


Outside the motel door, a ponderosa pine has a wide gash at bumper level. Droplets flow from the wound. Amber beads glisten in the late evening sun. Without thinking, I touch.

the smell of turpentine
on my hands


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