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Huon Pine
A lock of enchantment, the huon pine forest thrives, its golden wood now left untouched by the forest's preengaged (more)...
from the ashes of the old. I look back on half a lifetime, wistful, wondering, amused. All the anxieties and cowering- (more)...
In silence and lothe As she readied herself For the day's unknown I resented the constant (more)...
Shed not a tear, for me For mouldering in this stagnant earth I shall be released (more)...
she said, complacently surrounded by comfort in the hotel for Americans (more)...
at the office when they notice both little and big hand lined up (more)...
warm water brushing my teeth the boat scouting for a new locale (more)...
the itch starts at the surface, but it digs on deeper until my roots and nerves are tugged and plucked. (more)...
for five weeks one summer—he had the back; I had the front. I’d been living there for about a year with a blonde haired lady named Donna, until she got picked up for hooking (more)...
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