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October 2018, vol 14 no 3

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Adelaide Shaw

The Fragrance of a Summer Night

Late dusk. Time to walk the dog. There are no volunteers. On the way back, going up the driveway, the dog and I see a shadowy shape, a white stripe. I pull back; the dog pulls ahead. Again, there are no volunteers.

my first corsage
the faint fragrance
of dried gardenias