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March 2006, vol 2 no 1

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Timothy Hawkes


I remember vividly the day my Mom died: the premonitions, the police tape, the way people stared. At length, I wandered down by the creek, where hot tears fell into the water below.

winter woods
the unexpected red
of bittersweet

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