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silence again

This morning was unlike the previous ten: the children didn’t waken me again with startling whooping cries that cauterized my eyes and made me wish for what and don’t know when. The two year old would run around the house … Continue reading

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behind the barn

nicotine stains on the rain-grayed barn-boards condom hidden behind a loose plank pranks of growing, we often chuckled kids will be kids: and we gave them a spank then they grew up and they watched their children organized everything sponsored … Continue reading

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