CAROLINA EBEID
LANDSCAPE WITH AND WITHOUT THE WORD LOVE for Kevin Powers
Who knows why, napping in the make-shift barricade with a book that covered the sun, the soldier woke then. Or maybe he didn't wake but dreamt the girl carrying an oversized stuffed animal of a royal shade.
She walked behind her uncles, the beekeepers.
The quiet days ran into one another, blurred in the color of saw-dust, o r the dry straw-guts of the scarecrow he could have become. Everything
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