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on the bed

The neighbours gathered, a few friends too and not so much was said: for old man Kerr was ninety-six and lying on the bed. Before too long the cards were out and a bottle of rye was opened, and the … Continue reading

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block

snow cube chest wide shoved up the pile by the grunting winter gardener planting his blocks in casual attitudes fresh trimmed then now sagging striated two days of light rejuvenating snow leave sculpted curves moody art

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temporarily permanent

Snowflakes detached themselves from the heavens pixels in their multitudes swarmed to earth born on the wind each insignificant but together a force to stall the countryside mute the crackling staccato of machines and lock life in its cold silent … Continue reading

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