Posted on October 30, 2018
by Bob McCranie
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String after string mark the rows where rake and I must pull. What if I find a knot. What if I am caught, my rake beating like a bird wing against the earth. * Evening. I empty the last bucket of blueberry. Follow the…
Category: 2018, 69. November, Current IssueTags: Mary Ann Meade
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