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chipped paint

The cracking paint gives way in patterned flakes revealing dark bones of this weathered porch. The last coat I laid on I hoped would last, but again undress it with a blade and torch. The naked wood has beauty but … Continue reading

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I waddle in hip waders in the sun in the water clear bright sun on the sandy bottom vivid fresh, alive, startling liquid light darts everywhere tagging minnows Stretching dark cable from heavy overhanging limb to brace post against pull … Continue reading

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