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intimate

There was a sweet almost soapy scent that drifted around the sixth step down into the basement; you could hear the furnace switch on and roar within its asbestos coat, sending hot water up the pipes into the kitchen where … Continue reading

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on this day

I think of my father ‘s breath trailing from his lips backlit by the cool November sun His cheeks are ruddy and his eyes teared by the hard northern wind His neat row of medals is pinned to the twill … Continue reading

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