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Contents Page: July 1, 2011, vol 7 no 2

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Melissa Allen

 

Babushkas

Old women everywhere, like crones out of fairy tales, sweep dirt from and onto the streets with bundles of twigs. I think about stopping one of them to ask for three wishes. But they stare at me suspiciously from under their kerchiefs and mutter when they hear me speak. "She doesn't even know Russian. Her coat isn't warm enough. What is going to become of all of us?" All I really want, I think, is one of those brooms.

new moon
the once upon a time
of my life

 

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