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Contents Page: Jan 1, 2012, vol 7 no 4
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We sit back to back in the deep grass. He sketches as I let myself drift to the rhythm of his pen nib scratching lightly against fine-toothed paper.
roses in bloom –
their whiteness unfolds
in black ink